Page 99 of Fifty First Times (Sharing You 0.40)
I had no idea what song it was, because I was too focused on her curve of her backside and the graceful way in which she straightened and turned to me. She leaned back against the desk, head tilted to the side.
And I was already hard.
For a moment, I couldn’t move from where I stood. That stupid-ass saying floated through my thoughts. Be careful what you wish for. I had it in front of me and wasn’t sure what to do with it. Well, I had a lot of ideas, but none of them seemed good enough. Suddenly I wished I’d gone about this differently. Like maybe taken her out to dinner first, because it wasn’t that late. Or to the movies. Or we could’ve hung out at the party. Together.
But she was here and so was I.
Her eyes met mine, and I reached down, wrapped my fingers around the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head, letting the material fall wherever it landed.
Pride and a razor-sharp anticipation swelled inside me as her gaze left mine, and moved slowly over my chest and down to where the shorts hung low on my hips. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen me shirtless, but it was the first time in her room, by her bed.
I wished it were the first of many.
That thought came out of nowhere, and uncomfortable with it, I bitch slapped it aside as I started toward her. Brit straightened even more, pushing off the desk. Two pink spots bloomed on her cheeks and her chin tilted up as I stopped in front of her.
Circling my hands around her thin wrists, I slid my hands up her arms, wishing it were bare skin under my fingers and gently gripped her upper arms. I lifted her up, placing her bare feet atop mine.
She giggled as she placed her hands on my sides. Air hissed between my teeth at the feel of her bare fingers against my skin. “Are we going to dance?”
“Something like that,” I murmured, trailing one hand around her waist to her lower back. “Did you go to your high school prom?”
Another laugh escaped her as her fingers flexed and then rose to my shoulders. Tilting her head to the side, she smiled at me. “I did. I was a part of the prom court.”
“Queen?”
She shook her head. “Nope. I was a princess.”
“You were ripped off.” I started to move around the small space as I pulled her against my chest. “You should’ve been queen.”
“But you didn’t see who was queen. She was the hottest—”
“I don’t care.” I pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “She wasn’t hotter than you. I think we need to go back to your high school and demand a damn recount, because that’s bullshit.”
Brit laughed. “Let’s do that.”
I kissed her temple. “You’re as beautiful as any queen.”
“Charmer,” she whispered, her fingers squeezing as I trailed a path of kisses along her jaw. When I reached the corner of her mouth, she slanted her head toward me. Her tongue flicked out, and I groaned.
“I wasn’t trying to charm you,” I said, running my hand down. I cupped her ass and lifted her onto the tips of her toes, so that she pressed against me.
She made a breathy sound. “Well, for not trying, you’re doing a damn good job.”
“Oh, I haven’t even begun to try.” I tasted her lower lip, thrilled when one hand snaked up, balling into my hair. When she gave a little pull on my hair, I all but growled.
The kiss started off slow, but quickly spun into something laced with lust and need that had been building for far too long. Our tongues twisted and danced and when I lifted her again, she rose and wrapped her legs around my waist, hooking her ankles behind my back.
The feel of her . . . damn, the feel of her pressing against me, was enough to almost cause me to lose it right then, before I even got my pants off. How awkward would that have been?
“I want you,” she breathed against my mouth, in between kisses. Her thighs tightened around me. “I’ve wanted you for a very long time.”
“It’s like you’re reading my mind.” I walked us over to her bed, my heart thumping in an insane way. “Too bad we waited this long.”
“Should’ve asked.” She grinned as I groaned. “Please tell me you have protection.”
“I do.”
“Thank God for latex,” she said.
