Page 103 of Fifty First Times (Sharing You 0.40)
“You’re right,” she said, stopping me. “I’m pretty damn awesome.”
My lips twitched.
“And you’re pretty damn awesome. I’ve always known you were more than a stoned-out man whore,” she said, peeking up at me through thick, dark lashes as she giggled. “I’ve always believed in you, Ollie.”
My heart about grew five times its size and I wondered if I’d be dropping off Christmas pr
esents to random houses this year. Standing buck-ass naked in front of her, all I could do was stare. Thoughts spun in my head and I was thinking some crazy shit.
Being here with her, both of us naked, suddenly wasn’t about the sex. Hell, it had never been about the sex and I was just now realizing that.
This was a first for me, totally uncharted.
I didn’t date.
I didn’t do relationships.
Commitment was a four-letter word to me.
But Brit . . . she was different, always so different, and I wanted to do this different with her. I had to do it different.
“Okay. Shit.” Sitting on her the bed beside her, I tugged her into my lap. Her weight got me stirring to life all over, but that wasn’t important. I cupped her face, hoping my hands didn’t start shaking again. “I like you, Brit, and this . . . this is a first for me, so I’m probably going to sound pretty stupid.”
She wrapped her hands around my wrists. “I don’t think you will.”
I sure as hell hoped not. “I want . . . I want to do things right with you. I want this.” I groaned when she shifted, pressing that sweet ass down. “I really want this with you, but I want it to be different. I want to go out with you—take you on a date, the movies, dinner—anything. I don’t want us to start this out hooking up.”
“What is this?” she asked, her thumbs running up and down the insides of my wrists.
“I don’t know.” I rested my forehead on hers. “A relationship? Yeah, that sounds about right. Me. You. Doing the . . .”
“Boyfriend and girlfriend thing?”
“Yeah, that thing.” My face heated, and I wanted to kick myself.
“You’re blushing!”
“Thanks for pointing that out,” I said dryly.
A slow smile crept over her face, reaching her eyes. “This really is a first time for you.”
The awe in her voice made me feel a little stupid, but then she closed the distance between us, kissing me. “I like that idea, Ollie. A lot.”
Surprise punched into my gut. “You do?”
“Yeah,” she whispered, kissing me again. “I do.”
“Hot damn,” I murmured, capturing her mouth and taking the kiss to a different kind of level that left us both breathless.
I tucked her close, wrapping my arms around her. It was kind of funny, both of us naked and entangled together with sex screaming in the back of my brain, but all I wanted to do was hold her. A smile was permanently etched on my face, and I knew it was the kind of smile Cam wore whenever he was around Avery. I finally got what it meant and why.
Tonight had been a lot of firsts for me, but this—what I was feeling—was the most important first.
“But you know what?” Brit said, reaching between us and wrapping her hand around me. I kicked, throbbed. “This is the twenty-first century. We can do it and then go eat dinner. Right?”
My smile spread as I leaned back, giving her space to do her thing. I hardened, and Brit was right, this was the twenty-first century, so . . . “God, you’re fucking perfect.”
She grinned. “I know.”
