Page 157 of Merry Christmas, You Filthy Animal
And I’m so fucking lucky that she came to this town and tried to put me out of business. Something I wouldn’t have thought a couple of weeks ago.
The bathroom door opens, and I look over my shoulder from where I’m sitting on her couch and watch her cross the room, her beautiful naked body swaying with every step.
When she reaches me, I pull her down on my boxer brief–clad lap, and she says, “Not fair. Why do you have clothes on?”
“So I didn’t fucking jump you the minute you got out of the bathroom. Trying to tell myself to give you a break, that you might be sore. Are you?”
“I might be a little.”
I smooth my hand over her soft skin. “Shit, I’m sorry. I sort of lost control?—”
“Don’t apologize.” She cups my cheek. “I loved it. I loved everything about it. Don’t second-guess a thing.”
“Okay.” I turn and kiss the palm of her hand. Her eyes glitter at me, her smile so sincere. God, I don’t want to leave. I want to stay. I want to hold her tonight. I want to wake up in the morning with her in my arms. Make her breakfast again. Take a shower with her. Get her dressed.
Fuck her so many more times.
Looking her in the eyes and knowing I’m taking a chance, I say, “Can I stay tonight? With you?”
“You want to?” she asks.
“Desperately,” I answer. And this is how I know that Betty is so special. I haveneverbeen so desperate to stay with a woman overnight. Yes, the sex may have been great, but this woman gets me like no other woman has before. I’m completely gone for her.
The corners of her lips turn up. “I’d love for you to stay. I even have a dentist-approved toothbrush you can use.”
That makes me chuckle. “You make it hard for me to leave when you say things like that.”
So these cottages were not made for people like me. For a little sprite like Betty, sure, it’s perfect, but for a six-foot-four man with long legs and a barrel of a chest, not so much.
After we got ready for bed, Betty led the way up to her loft. I had to contort my body up the small set of stairs and then get on all fours to crawl to her bed because the ceiling is so low.
I can tell you right now, it’s a good thing I fucked her on her living room rug, because if she watched me climb those stairs with an erection, she probably never would have stopped laughing.
“Are you comfortable?” she asks as she rests her head on my shoulder, cuddling in close.
“Now I am,” I answer. I kiss the top of her head, perfectly content.
She lightly chuckles. “Good, because for a second there, I thought you were going to cramp up getting up here.”
“Me too,” I say, thinking about how my leg got caught in her sheet and I had a hell of a time getting it out. It’s a shock that she finds me as attractive as she does, given my clumsiness. I’m just glad she wasn’t witness to me tripping headfirst into the family Christmas tree.
“This was the perfect end to a perfect date. Thank you.” She kisses my jaw, and I melt into her mattress, so goddamn content.
“And you thought you didn’t want to spend the night with me again,” I tease.
“Looks like I didn’t know what I really wanted.”
“Do you now?”
She nods her head. “I do.” Then she’s silent for a moment.
“Is there a follow-up to that? I’m sensing there is.”
“I mean... I just, I think I’m getting in my head.”
“About what?”
“I’m getting nervous, because I, um, I really have a liking for you.”
