Page 102 of Fifty First Times (Sharing You 0.40)
Her eyes swept up to mine. “You know,” she repeated, wrapping her hand around the base of me. The touch caused my hands to curl into fists. “This doesn’t have to be our only time.” Her cheeks flushed a deep, pretty pink. “I mean, if you wanted, we could get together again. I could come up and visit you or—”
My balls tightened like a fist had been wrapped around them. Release powered down my spine, and there was no stopping it. My head thrust back as the most powerful orgasm almost knocked me on my feet, pulsed through me.
Floored, I swayed back a step, vaguely aware that her hand was still wrapped around me. It hadn’t been her touch that had sent me off. Oh, hell, no, it had been her words, her want to see me again.
What in the hell?
Brit stared up at me with wide eyes. Her hand was covered, so was my lower stomach.
Holy fuck, I just came.
This was the first time something like this had ever happened and it had to happen with her?
“Holy shit,” I groaned, stepping back, easing her hand off me. “I don’t know . . .”
Her cheeks blossomed with color as she wetted her lower lip. “Uh, it’s not a big deal.”
I stared at her. This was a big deal. Usually this was a huge and long deal that fucking lasted, like I don’t know, through actual sex, but right now it was an underperforming sad deal.
“Seriously,” she said, standing. For a moment I got hung up on the twitch of her ass as she walked over to the dresser and picked up a towel, wiping her hand. She handed it to me. “I mean it.”
I laughed, the sound harsh to my own ears as I took the towel and cleaned myself up. “Yeah, you’re being too sweet.”
“I don’t think so.” She sat on the bed, completely at ease with her nakedness. “It must’ve been a while for you.”
“It has been.” I thrust my hands through my hair. “I haven’t been with anyone since I left for med school.”
Her eyes widened. “Seriously?”
“Yeah.” Might as well get all caring and sharing since I just came all over her hand. What the fuck ever. “Not a single person.”
“Why?”
The question of my lifetime it seemed. Screwed up thing was that I knew the answer. “It’s because of you.”
Her delicate brows climbed halfway to her hairline. “Me?”
I nodded and the words just dumped right out of my mouth. “The night before I left? When you kissed my cheek and asked me to behave? Well, I . . . I don’t know. I just haven’t been interested in anyone, because you’ve gotten under my skin and I thought—fuck, I don’t know what I thought.”
Brit’s eyes were so wide I wondered if it was painful for her.
“I thought by coming here, getting shot down by you or getting with you, would get you out of myself, but that’s not what’s going to happen. I know that. And I wanted this to be good for you.”
“Wait,” she said. “You really like me.”
I stared at her.
“And it has been great for me so far.” She tucked a short strand of hair back behind her ear. “So let’s just get that straight, but back to the other part. You really like me.”
“I do.”
She shook her head. “I don’t understand why.”
“Are you crazy? Wait. Don’t answer that. You are a little crazy, and I like it. You’re a smartass. You’re funny as hell. You don’t take shit from anyone, especially me. You’re smart.” I blew out a breath. “You’re absolutely beautiful to me and you always saw more than anyone else when you looked at me. So yeah, I like you. I really like you. And when you said you wanted to see me again, that you didn’t want this to be a one night thing, well, you know how that affected me. It ended up all over you hand.”
Brit blinked, and I really needed to find my jeans and get the hell out of here, because I totally just unloaded on her like some kind of lovesick sixteen-year-old.
This was a fuck ton awkward.
