Page 50 of Givin' Me Fitz!
“You wanna try this?” I offered Fitz half of my sandwich, and he took it, dipping it into the au jus and biting into it. He offered me a rib, but I declined.
Fitz swallowed and wiped his mouth, handing the sandwich back. “The brisket is damn good. I have a question for you.”
I wiped my mouth with the napkin and nodded. “Sure.”
The sexy man gave me a grin. “Will you spend the night with me? I’ll follow you back to yours, if you’d prefer. We don’t have to do anything more than talk. I think I’ve made it known that I enjoy your company. Would you consider—”
“Yes!” I took a deep breath to keep from doing anything stupid to scare him away.
Fitz cleared his throat. “Or maybe, since you live behind the clubhouse, you come to mine?”
“Are you sure you’re okay with it? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable by invading your space.”
Fitz exhaled. “If you don’t wanna—”
“God, no. I wanna. Ireallywanna.”
We sounded like eager virgins, which had both of us laughing. I reached for the sexy man’s hand, wanting more than anything to feel Fitz next to me in bed—even if it was Aunt Janice’s bed. I’d do my best to forget her the minute his naked body touched mine.
“Okay, so we’ll meet at mine?” Fitz’s voice was deep. There was no way in hell I could ignore it. I was ready to melt into my boots.
I wanted the man to be mine, so I didn’t want him to see me as weak. Having Fitz’s respect was more important to me than anything I’d wanted in a long time.
“I’m happy to go to yours.”
I stared at him across the table. His salt-and-pepper hair with touches of dark blond had me mesmerized. I had to admit he was the most charming man I’d ever met.
“I’ll pay the bill and meet you at the cars. I’ll drive to yours. I have shit to do in the morning, so…”
For a moment, I thought he was worried about the idea of me going to his house, but he smirked. “I’ll stop at the store and pick up some eggs. I’m out.”
We walked to the parking lot, and I opened the door of his truck for him to get inside. When he stood next to the vehicle and pulled me in front of him, I was ready to fuck him in the parking lot.
I took a deep breath. “Do I need to pick up condoms or lube?”
Fitz chuckled. “Oh, you think you’re getting lucky? We’ll see what you bring to the table, prez.”
He was fucking gorgeous, sexy, and the man had a great sense of humor. I was up for the challenge.
I parked on the street outside the Windmill house while Fitz parked in the garage. The idea of spending time with the man had my dick at attention the entire ride from Red Rock. Since I’d met him, I’d been aching for him. I hoped I finally got to see the man completely naked.
I stepped out of my truck and walked onto the porch of the house where Fitz was unlocking the front door, a cloth grocery sack secured under his arm. “I think I left things pretty tidy.”
He opened the door and stuck his head in, making me laugh. “Trust me,” I said, “I’ve seen some pretty messy places.”
We stepped inside, and I closed the door behind us, flipping the dead bolt. I glanced around the living room, seeing everything was neat as a pin, as my mother always said. I turned to Fitz and chuckled as he adjusted a throw that he had along the back of the couch and placed the grocery bag on the cushions.
“You could have garbage stacked in here with a narrow trail to the kitchen, and I wouldn’t notice. You’re the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, and everything else pales in comparison.”
He shook his head. “I figured you were a bullshitter.”
He stepped closer and put a hand on the back of my neck, pulling me closer until his lips grazed mine. They were soft and inviting, though the soft hairs of his mustache tickled. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled his body into mine.
His arms circled my shoulders, and the sensation of his tongue brushing across my lips made me weak in the knees. I opened my mouth and my tongue began to tangle with his.
He guided me with him to the hallway, neither of us willing to break the kiss. His bedroom door was open, so we slowly shuffled into the room, tilting our heads to change the kiss without stopping.
I released his waist and began pulling his shirt from where it was neatly tucked into his Wranglers as he reached for my belt, pulling the end through the loops and opening the buckle.
