“Don’t act like it wasn’t good for you,” I joke.
Mia laughs so hard it shakes the couch. “I knew you were into some kinky shit…” she quips, “… but necrophilia isn’t one of them.”
“I prefer my women awake and breathing,” I shoot back. “And willing…”
Mia snorts. “My God, you’re such an ass, E.”
She hasn’t called me that in years. Not since the last time we hung out in her parents’ backyard.
I roll my shoulders. “It’s part of the charm you love so much.”
“Whatever.” She dismisses me with a wave of her hand. “Don’t let it happen again.”
“If that’s what you want.”
Without another word, she nods and slides off the couch as if this conversation never happened.
I shouldn’t stare at her ass as she walks away, but it’s hard not to. She was a beautiful girl, and now she’s a woman with curves for days and even more gorgeous than I ever could have predicted. Her body is made for sin—made for me—and I want to do lots of sinning with Mia.
When she catches me checking her out, she frowns. “Try to behave yourself while you’re living here.”
“I never behave,” I counter with a wink.
She shakes her head. “If you’re going to live here, we need to have some rules.”
I smirk. “Like what?”
“For starters, a shirt. Do you own one?”
I glance at my bare chest and then roll my eyes. “I guess walking around naked is out of the question.”
Biting her lip, she thinks over her response and then says, “As long as you keep your hands off me and your dick in your pants, we’ll get along fine. And no skanks in my apartment. That’s not negotiable.”
“I could check into a hotel,” I offer. “Since you don’t want me here.”
She throws her arms out at her sides and groans. “Go right ahead. Be my guest.”
Then, she walks out of the living room as if I don’t even exist, making me wish I had told her the truth ten years ago.
Chapter Six
Mia
Ethan Waters is the most annoying man on the planet. First, he shows up at my apartment, unannounced. Then he crashes on my couch, trapping me under his big body, forcing me to sleep next to him. And now, he’s hogging up my bathroom and using all of the hot water.
“Ethan, get out of the bathroom!” I make a fist and bang on the door. “I have to get ready for work.”
I hear the loud shower knobs turn on the other side of the door. Ethan laughs, and then the water stops running. Bastard.
A few seconds later, Ethan cracks the door to allow me to push my way inside. He’s standing in front of the mirror with a towel wrapped around his waist, slung low enough for me to see the V of his abs that lead down to his…
OMG, stop it, Mia. Get your shit together. It’s just abs… and muscles bulging from… everywhere.
Ugh, someone help me because Ethan Waters is pure fucking perfection. I hate myself for allowing the thought to creep into my mind. But it’s hard to deny his sex appeal. My older brother’s best friend has always had this power over me. No matter how much I want to hate him, I can’t forget the person I once knew. He has to be in there somewhere, I’m sure of it.
Steam from the shower clouds around him, reminding me of a commercial for body wash. Ethan could model no problem. Water drips from his shaggy brown hair and trickles down his handsome face. A mist dots his thick chest and muscular arms, drawing my attention to every curve of his defined stomach. I bite my bottom lip once I get to the well-defined muscles that trace down to his package.
“See something you like, princess?” His deep voice pulls me from my sex-induced haze.