Page 96 of Fifty First Times (Sharing You 0.40)
Her hands slid up my chest, fingers digging into my shoulders as she kissed me back. Girl gave as good as she got. But that didn’t surprise me. I always imagined that Brit would be this way. A beautifully packaged little firecracker.
Not too distant laughter tugged at the edges of my consciousness. I broke the kiss, catching her sweet lower lip as I pulled back before I did something crazy. Like lifted her skirt and sank into her softness right here on the side of the road.
“You didn’t ask,” she whispered, breathing heavy.
“I didn’t.” I kissed the corner of her lip and then the other, not sure why. “Can I kiss you?”
She laughed huskily, causing several parts of my body to tighten to the point of pain. “You just kissed me, Ollie.”
“But I want to kiss you again.” I smoothed my thumb over her cheek, surprised by how true that was. “I’ve never been big on kissing, Brit. What’s the point in it? But with you, I could fucking kiss you all night long. And throughout tomorrow, too.” To prove my point, I lowered my head and caught her lips. “I could kiss you all weekend.”
In the dim light, her eyes searched mine as they filled with keen wariness. “And how many girls have you’ve said that to?”
I rested my forehead against hers. “None. Hand to God, I’ve never said that to another girl.”
Her hands drifted back down to my chest and flattened there. I expected her to push me away then, but she didn’t. “Why me?” she asked. “Why now?”
Damn, that was a good question. I closed my eyes, and for a moment, I just enjoyed the feeling of her being close to me, of her hands on me, our lips inches apart and breaths mingling. When I opened my eyes, I lifted my head.
“I miss you.” Hell. I totally blurted that out. Her eyes widened. Might as well go with it. “I missed you more than Cam and Jase. And I don’t really know why. But I miss your smart mouth. I miss how you never give into me. I miss looking forward to seeing you. And when I leave on Sunday, I know I’m going to miss you even more now that I know how you taste and feel.”
Brit’s chest rose against mine as she studied me. She didn’t respond immediately, and I could feel the heat creeping into my cheeks. Perhaps I said too much, because suddenly, I felt like I’d should be reading poetry and getting in tune with my sensitive side.
“You’re a romantic at heart, Ollie. I never would’ve guessed that,” she said finally, and my brain actually cringed. “I always knew you were smarter than you acted.” Her lashes lowered as she trailed her hands to my lower stomach. “I always knew there was more to you than partying and getting laid.”
That made Brit probably the only person alive, besides my parents and baby bro, to know that.
“And I’m not saying the partying and the joking around is an act. I know it’s not,” she said, lifting her gaze.
“You’re just a laid-back guy who wants to have fun. I’ve always liked that about you, but I . . .”
My heart was pounding like I was running the bleachers. “But what?”
“But I like this side of you better,” she whispered, her eyes searching mine again. “I just wish I’d seen it sooner.”
“Me too,” I admitted, voice oddly thick as I smoothed a strand of hair back behind her ear. “Is it too late?”
I don’t know what Brit was thinking in that moment as she stared at me in the silence, but my chest exploded with her next words. “We have tonight, don’t we?”
WE HAVE TONIGHT.
That could mean only one thing—a thing I could so get behind.
It was finally going to happen.
I was like a fifteen-year-old boy about to see boobs for the first time. Hell, to want something as badly as I’ve wanted this for so long, it was like taking every Christmas Eve as a child and rolling them into one.
So I was rattled.
Off my game.
Brit went inside to say hi to her friends and as I did the same, I watched her hug Avery and Cam’s little sister.
“Seeing your sister all grown up and at a frat party makes me feel old,” I told her brother.
Cam snorted as he took a drink from his bottle. “You and me both.” He stiffened as he followed my gaze to where the girls were huddled together and then pinned me with a look that would’ve shriveled my balls. “Don’t you be getting any ideas about her.”
I laughed as I folded my arms. “Your sister is hot, but it’s not who I’m looking at.”
