King (Maine Silver Foxes #1)

Chapter 5

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As he watched Mia’s pretty mouth drop open in surprise, King felt his body ignite from the inside. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had gotten to him so quickly that he’d stated exactly what he was going to do to her. And he was going to enjoy every minute of it.

The timing had never been right in the past, but he’d always crushed on Mia from afar.

“No way,” Mia responded with determination and a blush. The spark of defiance in her eyes made his dick jump. “I just got out of a twenty-year marriage. I don’t need another man to try and control me.”

He could hear the resentment over her past experiences in her tone. “You have me all wrong, sugar.” King moved closer so he could take in her fresh scent, his gaze running down her body. “The only time I’d tell you what to do is in the bedroom, where I’m king.”

She gasped at his audacity, but there was another emotion there too. She couldn’t hide the warm blush in her cheeks.

“And that’s the way I like it.”

A mixture of emotions flashed across her face when his words left her speechless. King could just imagine all the things going through her head right now. Laughter finally erupted from between her lips as her face reddened even more. “I don’t know if I should slap you, or, or—”

“Jump my bones?” King offered as an alternative, raising an eyebrow at her, which seemed to render her speechless again. She suddenly looked like a fish out of water, the way her mouth was opening and closing. He suggested that they go into the house and check on the work his crew had done, giving Mia time to think about his offer for them to get serious. “While you think on that, let me check out that work.”

He opened the door and headed up to where they’d been working on Mia’s apartment. His eyes were immediately drawn to the bed, and then to an item that must have been what Mia had worn while sleeping—something thin, short, and silky. The image of him ripping it off her fueled his already raging hard-on.

Shaking his head, King looked up at the ceiling. The old wooden beams had been covered with drywall and painted white, and a fan and light fixture had been installed. He hadn’t needed to check on the job himself. He trusted his men. But he’d used it as an excuse to see Mia again. He hadn’t stopped thinking about her since their run-in at the site.

If his buddies knew how fast he’d fallen for Mia, they’d never let him hear the end of it.

Although lusted after were more appropriate words.

Since his divorce, he'd grown accustomed to enjoying life on his own terms, working hard, partying hard, and taking advantage of plenty of beautiful women whenever he pleased. So what was it about Mia that made him want her so strongly after all these years? Maybe it was the fact that they were both single at the same time for the first time in their lives. And he’d always wondered what it would be like with her.

Marriage didn’t necessarily keep a man from wondering about other women, and he assumed it was the same for women. That was the natural way of things. As long as marriage vows were respected and nothing was acted on, no harm no foul.

King heard a noise and knew that Mia was following him up the stairs. He smirked when she paused in the doorway of her tiny bedroom that was full of furniture. The bed was placed directly in the middle, and all he could think about was the two of them on it and going at it. If she came any closer he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off her, and it was too soon to make his move.

His gaze shot up to the ceiling as he clenched his back teeth.

“Do you see anything wrong?”

King’s eyes returned to Mia once again, running over her tight jeans and clinging shirt. He wondered if she knew the first few buttons were undone, showing off her cleavage and the swells of her tits. He’d like to dip his tongue in that cleavage. He was getting a little annoyed that he couldn’t control his thoughts or his body’s reaction to her, but putting visuals like that in his head wasn’t helping.

He shouldn’t have come.

"Nope," he growled back.

Mia’s eyes dropped at his brisk response, and King could tell that he was confusing her. He recognized that he was blowing hot one minute and cold the next, but there was a natural order to doing things. Jumping a woman’s bones just hours after seeing her again for the first time in years didn’t seem appropriate.

Unless...the woman was on the same page as him. Unfortunately, he didn’t know Mia well enough to gauge her emotions. If he went with his gut, he’d have said that she was attracted to him too, but that could just be his dick’s wishful thinking. They continued to stare at each other, and it was the subtle awareness in Mia’s eyes that told King all he needed to know.

He decided to just put it out there and see what happened. “What the fuck is happening here?” he growled. He took a big step toward Mia. “This is fucking crazy!”

The look on his face must have frightened her, because her back stiffened and she rushed out, “What are you going to do?” Her pretty eyes rounded as she braced herself in the doorway.

“Hell if I know.” King laughed, deciding to go with his gut. “But if I don’t get a taste of your lips right now...” He let his words trail off.

Mia’s tongue ran across her bottom lip, as if readying it for him. “This is crazy!” she agreed, now biting that bottom lip.

So she was apparently feeling it too—whatever the hell it was—though it looked like she was about to bolt. Before that could happen, King curled an arm around her waist and pulled her flush against him, not giving a shit that he was dirty and sweaty. “It’s just a little kiss.” Brushing it off as if it meant nothing was his subtle way of telling her to relax.

When Mia opened her mouth as if to protest, King swooped down and planted his mouth firmly on hers. Lightning struck, intensifying the situation between them. King had never felt anything like it before. He groaned low in his throat, working his mouth over her soft, plump lips, pushing his tongue past the barrier to tangle with hers. Mia moaned at the first contact, and then she kissed him back with a fierceness that revealed that her need was every bit as strong as his.

Holy hell, he was in trouble!