But aside from all that, she was special. She was smart, funny, and kinda deep—I loved the way her nose wrinkled when she was thinking about something. She liked to argue and I was cool with that because it was almost like foreplay. She was one of a kind.
And I was nervous as fuck standing here in front of her.
Watching Georgia, watch me.
“Are you going to take that shirt off?”
I tossed it onto the floor in less than two seconds. I could tell that she liked what she saw—I was grateful for the shitload of crunches and bench presses I’d done—and if I didn’t think I’d look like an asshole I’d flex, just to see her eyes widen and watch that hot pink tongue slip over her bottom lip.
But that might have been over-doing it.
“Okay,” I said watching her closely. “We’re even.”
“No,” she answered shaking her head. “We’re not.”
I didn’t answer. I took a few seconds to take in every detail because I swear in this moment, this picture frame that she presented, was one I’d keep for myself when I was travelling on the road in the fall. This picture was pretty damn perfect and it was just for me.
She wasn’t stacked the way a lot of girls I’d come into contact with were, but her breasts were real and the bra she wore did a damn good job of showing them off. And hell, if I wasn’t a fan of those little, boy thing panties she liked to wear, I was now.
She was toned—I could tell that she worked out, but there were curves where there were supposed to be curves. I knew Georgia didn’t survive on a diet of green lettuce and water. I liked that. There was nothing worse than being with a girl in a restaurant, getting ready to dig into prime rib and watching her pick at a plate full of greens.
Not Georgia. She was real.
She licked her lips and the tent pole in my pants strained even more. That was real too—painfully real.
She leaned back, her shoulders flush to the wall her legs spread just enough to get my blood boiling even more than it already was.
“The jeans, Mr. Lancaster.”
I couldn’t smile even if I wanted to. Hell, my teeth were ground together so tightly that if I wasn’t careful I’d get lockjaw.
I reached for my belt, my eyes on her as she splayed her hands onto the wall, her fingers spread out like a web with their red tipped nails. Her underwear was a light color, almost nude, and I saw the tops of her nipples peeking over. Hot. Fucking hot.
I started to tug on the belt. Shit.
With an irritated ‘fuck,’ I bent over and unlaced my boots, kicking them to the side once I had them off and my jeans followed suit. All I had on were my boxers.
“Now, we’re even.” I dinged her with a look that said I was done playing games. “Off with the bra.”
She pushed off from the wall and took two steps forward. “You take it off.”
I was there in front of her before she could blink and she leaned into me, sighing when our skin touched. My hands snaked behind her back, sliding up her spine and for a moment I just held her. She fit perfectly against me and if I could have stayed like that forever I would have.
But I wanted more. I wanted a hell of a lot more. I’d been thinking about it all day—what it would feel like to hold her, to taste her, to look in her eyes when I was inside her. To rock into her over and over again and listen to her whimper because I was making her come.
Carefully I reached for her bra and it was like I was fourteen again—I was all thumbs. A deep breath or two helped things along and when I felt that little piece of fabric give, I think I stopped breathing.
Slowly I slid the little straps over her shoulders, my eyes on hers as she looked up at me and watched.
It fell to the floor at our feet and though she was bared to me, I couldn’t take my eyes off of hers—they were liquid pools that I could drown in.
We stared at each other for a long time, as if we were already locked together. As if I was already inside her. She swallowed and the expression in her eyes changed. Her lids fluttered and she squeezed them shut and—wait, was that a tear?
“You’re so perfect,” she whispered so softly that I barely heard.
What the fuck? Suddenly concerned my hands slid across her jaw and I tipped her head up. “Hey, are you okay?”