Georgia allows herself a small smile before she schools her features. “I enjoyed it too, but…” I raise a brow, waiting for her to make her argument so I can shoot it down.
“Well, c’mon, Chase,” she finally says. “I’m a virgin… and you’re…” She waves her hand at me. “You’re not.”
I crack up laughing. “No, I’m not. But so what?”
“So, as hot as you are, and as good of a kisser as you are, I can’t be just another woman you stick your dick in.”
Fuck, I love it when she says shit like that. It isn’t often Georgia talks like that, but when she does, it’s a goddamn turn-on.
I step closer to her and rest my hands on her hips. “What if I want you to be the only woman I stick my dick in?”
Her cheeks heat up, and I grin. Her innocence is so refreshing. “I would say you should reconsider because I’m not having sex until I fall in love.” She raises a challenging brow at me, thinking her little confession is going to deter me, but what she doesn’t realize is since we started hanging out, I haven’t had sex at all, and surprisingly, I don’t miss it. I would rather hang out with her and have a meaningful conversation than have meaningless sex.
“Before I got divorced, Victoria was the only woman I’d had sex with.” Georgia’s brows shoot up to her forehead. “This last year I was searching for an escape. I was hurt. I loved her and she cheated on me. She took something as sacred as our marriage and shit on it like it meant nothing to her.”
I take her hands in mine, lacing our fingers together. I love how delicate and soft her hands are in contrast to my rough ones. “I can’t take back how I’ve spent the last year, and honestly, I’m not sure I would want to. I handled shit the best I could, but that was all before you. And I know actions speak louder than words, so whatever I say right now isn’t going to hold as much meaning as me showing you. But that’s exactly what I would like to do… Show you that I have no desire to spend my time with any other woman but you.”
Georgia releases a harsh breath. I expect for her to argue, to throw my past in my face, tell me there’s no way I can be faithful, so I’m shocked when she simply says, “Okay, I’d like that… for you to show me.”
I laugh softly. I should’ve known that once again Georgia is different. She’s innocent and trusting and doesn’t play games—just a few of the reasons why I’m attracted to her.
I pull her into my arms and hug her, giving her a kiss on the top of her head and inhaling her vanilla scent. “Thank you. You won’t regret it.”
She pulls back and smiles. “Does that mean no more clubs to look for the perfect guy?” Her green eyes twinkle with laughter.
“That definitely means no more clubs.” Remembering she was in the hospital only a few short hours ago, I scoop her up into my arms bridal style and stalk into her room. I set her down on the middle of the bed and climb over her. We’re in the same spot we were in before her sister barged in.
“No more clubs,” I repeat, dipping my face down and pressing my lips to the curve of her neck. I nibble lightly and she giggles, so I do it again, loving the sound.
“What the hell was that shit?” Alec barks the second I walk into the station. Everyone stops what they’re doing and the place goes silent. After Alec and Lexi left, and Georgia agreed to give us a shot, we spent the rest of the weekend watching reruns of shows, eating takeout, and in between, making out like teenagers. We created our own little bubble, and it completely slipped my mind I would still have to deal with Alec.
“Georgia and I are dating,” I say nonchalantly.
He gets in my face. “I warned you to stay away from her. You can have any woman you want. We might be best friends, but Georgia is family.”
“And if we get married that’d make us family,” I joke, but then the thought of Georgia and I getting married hits me, and instead of freaking out, I find myself smiling. Sure, it’s way too soon for that, but that doesn’t mean I can’t still imagine it. Georgia, dressed in white, walking down the aisle…
“Holy shit,” Alec hisses, “you’re thinking about it.”
“What?”
“You’re actually thinking about what it would be like to marry Georgia.”
“I really like her,” I admit. Actually, I’m in love with her, but I can’t say that yet. It’s too soon. People will think I’m fucking nuts. “We’ve been hanging out a lot and we just click.”