Page 245 of The First Time
Blake reaches up to turn the heating lamp on. It glows bright orange.
I move towards the edge of the balcony. The railing is cold against my hands. Against my waist.
I peer over the edge.
That's a long way down.
My knees wobble. His hands go right to my sides.
He pulls me backwards. "Careful."
"Girl overboard. That would raise your insurance. And the whole death could be an accident or suicide or homicide thing." His swanky pad would be perfect on an episode ofLaw & Order. The setup is classic. The rich guy who always gets what he wants. The pretty young woman found dead in a cocktail dress and heels. A wisecrack about an unfortunate ending to a party. Hell, it writes itself.
His hands dig into my sides. "I'd hate to lose you."
"Because I'm useful?"
His hands slide down my hips, all the way to the hem of my dress. "Because I'd hate to lose you." His fingers skim the outside of my thigh. "You can admit you're nervous."
"I'm just kidding."
He drags his fingers up my thigh, until they reach the outside of my panties. "You're scared."
My eyelids press together.
The wind rushes around me. It blows my hair in every direction.
Yes, I'm scared.
But it's not the sex that scares me.
It's everything else.
The possibility of falling in love with him. Of losing track of what's pretend and what's real.
Of him breaking my heart.
"Kat?"
"A little."
He drags his lips over my neck. Slides his hand under my dress. His fingers dig into the straps of my thong. "Have you ever heard of a safeword?"
"Yes. Do we really need that?" Is it getting that intense? I'm not sure if I can handle anything intense enough to require a safeword.
"It never hurts." His breath warms my earlobe. "I'm going to make you feel so much that you're going to want toscreamno, I can't take any more."
"How do you know that?"
"I've done this before."
I can't argue with that. And it never hurts to be cautious. "Okay."
"How aboutchess?"
I can't help but laugh. "Chess?"
"Yes."
