Chapter 3 Bunny Slippers #2
I grab the handle, ready to walk out in yesterday’s clothes and feeling worse than yesterday’s trash.
As soon as the door opens, I come face-to-face with the half-naked hottie looking like someone straight out of the Magic Mike movie.
Not only that, but I walk straight into his chest, unable to stop myself.
“Hi,” I squeak like a teenage girl with a crush as I gaze up into his eyes.
“Hey.” He smirks down at me, holding on to my arm.
I go dumb with the way he is looking at me.
I stare at him without being able to form a thought or say a single word.
How can I? The guy is more like a Greek god with his rippling muscles, perfect skin, haunting green eyes, and a smile that could make any girl, even a nun, have the dirtiest thoughts, leading to a stint in hell for sinning.
“Sleep okay?” he asks, still holding on to me.
I nod my reply, because words are too complicated with him being half naked.
That’s the problem when you’ve been basically celibate for well over a year.
Something as small as a shirtless man can make a girl, even me, stupid.
If it were another man, maybe one with a dad bod, I probably could stammer out a response, but not with this hot hunk of man meat.
“Hungry?” he asks then, but I’m too busy staring at the ink on his chest to bother with a reply.
That song “Your Body is a Wonderland” had to have been written about a guy like Lucio. My fingers want to play now too. Skate around that fleshy amusement park, touching every inch, until I’ve explored each curve and splash of art across his body.
I don’t think I’ve been staring long, but when he touches my chin, bringing my eyes to his…I know he caught me. The smirk from a few moments ago is bigger and more devilish.
“Are. You. Hungry?” he asks the words again, but he is speaking each one slowly like I have trouble understanding the English language.
In all fairness, I am having trouble processing even the simplest questions. But in my defense, my girl parts are long overdue for a tune-up or at least a quick adjustment.
My lips fall open a little, just enough to draw his attention, and I’m thankful for a momentary reprieve from his watchful gaze. “Yes,” I finally say, trying to pull off a totally sexy, seductive voice, but I sound more like my aunt Maud, which, trust me, will never be hot.
He drops his hand from my face, and somehow, I don’t whine. But I want to… Oh, how I want to. “Ma’s making breakfast.”
“Where’s Lulu?” I ask, playing dumb and doing a bang-up job.
“My ma has her in the kitchen. I just wanted to wash up.” He turns around, giving me a full view of the mess Lulu left down his back, adding to her long list of victims. “Your little girl has quite the appetite.”
“Oh my God. I’m so sorry.” Somehow, I manage to get the words out, but nothing about speaking is easy. His back is just as magnificent as his front and on full display. Even with Lulu’s mess, the damn thing is a masterpiece.
“It was no trouble. Don’t be sorry. She’s a kid. They throw up. No big deal.”
I stare at the floor as he turns back around.
I can’t look at him anymore and get more than a few words out.
The carpet is a much safer focal point. “It’s so sweet that you fed her.
You should’ve woken me up. She’s not your responsibility.
I feel awful.” I finally look up because I realize I’m acting like a weirdo, and I’m more than a little embarrassed.
He shakes his head and holds up a hand, stopping me from the verbal diarrhea I’m in the middle of. “You were tired, and I enjoyed spending time with her. And besides, my ma is over the moon to have a baby in the house.”
“Oh.” I try to hide the excitement in my voice, but it’s impossible. On top of being hot as fuck, the guy says everything a single mother wants to hear. It’s like he fell out of the sky, landing straight in between my very available and needy legs.
Don’t be ridiculous.
This guy probably has a list of chicks he bangs on the regular. The old-school yellow pages probably have nothing on Lucio. What girl could honestly say no to him? He’s not even my type, but I’d drop to my knees and pray for salvation later.
“Why don’t we eat something, and then I’ll give you a ride?”
My eyes widen, and there’s no hiding right where my mind went. The blush creeping up my chest and scattering around my neck doesn’t help mask the way his words affect me either.
He smiles again, probably knowing exactly where my dirty-ass mind went. I can tell by the way his eyes sparkle he’s getting a kick out of my unease. “A ride home,” he adds.
“I’ll call a friend to come get us. There’s no need to put out.” I cough and pound on my chest because, again, I can’t seem to speak like a normal person around him. “I mean, I don’t want to put you out. I’m sure you’re a busy man.”
Fuck my life. Seriously. I’m in the presence of a hot guy, who held my daughter and stared at her with such adoration that I’ve gone all stupid.
“Spending a little time with two beautiful girls…” He steps back, his eyes traveling up my body and rumpled clothes. “I can’t think of a better way to spend my morning.”
I blink a few times, wondering if I heard him wrong because he seems a little too good to be true. Even his mother, the way she talked about Lulu, is like something right out of a weird, inner-city Brady Bunch episode.
I need to eat and get the hell out of here because this hot playboy won’t lead anywhere I need to go. Yeah, I wouldn’t mind a ride or two, but in the end…all men disappoint, including this one.