Page 98 of Fifty First Times (Sharing You 0.40)
I tugged her back to me. Caught off guard, she placed her free hand on my chest to balance herself. Her chin rose and her lips parted, but I caught whatever she was about to say with my mouth as I cupped the nape of her neck with my other hand. I kissed her deeply, something I would’ve never done on a hookup, because hell, hookups were kind of like business transactions at this point.
Brit stiffened for just a tiny second and then relaxed, melding right into me as her tongue slipped over mine. When her hand clenched the front of my shirt, I lifted my head and grinned down at her.
“I’ll be right behind you.”
“Okay. All right.” Cheeks flushed, she backed away, blinking several times. “You do that.”
I chuckled as she wobbled away, but the amusement quickly vanished once I was in my car, behind hers, and I was driving the short distance to campus.
Hell. I was nervous.
I hadn’t been nervous since I lost my virginity and even then I’d just been too damn excited to get really anxious. Oh, but I was sweating now. Ridiculous.
Brit found a parking space close to her dorm, which gave me a little more time to pull my dumbass together. She’d waited for me at the entrance, and I draped my arm over her shoulders, telling myself to play it cool.
I didn’t need to turn into a fumbling idiot now.
Her dorm room was small—two single beds pushed against opposite walls. A shared desk and TV in the corner. It was obvious which side of the room was hers.
One bed was covered with clothes.
“Yours?” I asked, nodding at the bed.
Brit blushed as she hurried over to the bed. “How’d you guess?”
“Ah, you’ve never seemed like the kind to be into neat and orderly.”
“Is that a bad thing?” She scooped an arm full of clothes and headed toward a small closest.
“Not to me.” I kicked off my flip-flops. “It fits you.”
“It fits me,”
she repeated quietly as she used her hip to nudge open the closet door. I grinned when she unceremoniously dumped the clothing in the closet. “Would you like anything to drink? There’s some stuff in the small fridge under the desk.”
“I’m good.” I moved to help her, but she gathered up the rest of her clothes before I could interfere. “Where’s your roomie?”
“With her boyfriend for the weekend.” Tugging her hair down, she turned to me as she ran her fingers through the blond locks, working out the kinks. “I can turn on the TV.” She toed off her flats and started for the desk. “Or some music. We can—”
I caught her hand, drawing her to a stop. “You’re nervous.”
She opened her mouth and then snapped it shut. “Yeah. Kind of.”
My heart did a weird flip. “So am I.”
Her brows rose. “Really? You?”
I laughed at her question. “Why is that such a surprise?”
“Well, you’re . . . you have a lot of experience at this.” She toed with the edge of her dress with her free hand. “Not that I don’t, but you’re always so confident.”
“So are you,” I pointed out, but relieved I wasn’t the only one who felt out of my element.
She grinned. “This is different though.”
Our gazes collided and held. “Yeah, it is.”
She drew in a deep breath and then bit down on her lip as she slipped her hand free. I watched her go to the desk and bend slightly at the waist. The back of her dress rose, revealing shapely thighs. She opened a laptop and after a few seconds, a low hum of music drifted into the room.
