Page 12 of Edge of Forever

“Do you like this?” she asks, a tiny hint of uncertainty in her voice.

“I love it,” I respond. “I just want to touch you so badly.”

“Then what’s stopping you?”

FIVE

Kirsten

Part of me is nervous,but mostly I just want to get the first time over with.

I know what to expect, and I’m not scared so much as resigned to the fact that it probably won’t be good. Not the first time anyway. And I just want to get past that—to when it’s pleasurable for both of us.

My impatience must show because Sam chuckles as I fumble with his belt and zipper.

“Easy,” he says. “There’s no rush.”

“There is,” I say, meeting his eyes. “I want to get the part that might hurt over with.”

“I know, but I want you to relax and enjoy our first time together.”

Sometimes I wonder how Sam can be real.

Tall, with striking blue eyes and shoulder-length blond hair, he’s covered in tattoos, plays a mean guitar, and in many ways is the personification of rock and roll.

Except he’s also college educated, loves black and white movies, and treats me like a fucking goddess. He’s thoughtful, gentle, and can be extremely soft-spoken—he’s literally the dream man I couldn’t even conjure up in a fantasy. I keep waiting for flaws and there simply aren’t any.

“Besides,” he continues after a moment, “there’s something else I want to do before I make love to you.” He kicks off his pants and slides down his boxers.

“Get on the bed, beautiful.”

I don’t hesitate, sprawling out for him as he drinks me in.

There’s no doubt in my mind he likes what he sees, and the remaining bit of nervousness fades away.

“Your skin is so damn soft,” he whispers, running a hand along my calf. “Legs are my thing—and yours are amazing.”

“Legs?” I ask in surprise. “More than boobs?”

“Absolutely. Boobs are kind of a dime a dozen…but a woman with great legs? That’s special. I like when I can kiss them like this…” He glides his lips across the inside of my calf and up to my knee. “Or nibble the skin here…” His mouth moves to the back of my knee, sucking lightly. “But mostly I like to feast in this area.” He drags his tongue along the crease of my thigh, looping two fingers inside the band of my thong. “I’m going to take this off, okay?”

“You don’t have to ask permission,” I whisper.

“Yeah, baby, I do.”

My heart turns to absolute mush as his words sink in.

Even now that we’re naked, he’s still worried about my boundaries—and I don’t even know if I have any.

“Anyone ever touch you here before?” he asks, gently cupping my mound.

“Only on the outside of my clothes.”

He nods thoughtfully. “So… this is all mine?”

“Absolutely.” I feel like I should be embarrassed, but I’m not.

“Perfect.” He dips his head and I’m fascinated by the vision he makes, blond hair tickling my thighs as he trails kisses all around my most intimate places—but not directly on them.

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