Page 252 of The First Time
He moves harder.
Faster.
There.
The pressure inside me unwinds as I come. It spills through my pelvis, my thighs, my stomach. I feel it everywhere.
Then he's there, moving faster and harder, groaning against my neck.
Groaning my name.
He tears at the sheets as he comes. His cock pulses inside me. His muscles stiffen then relax.
He's mine. It's only for a brief moment, but I feel it as clearly as I've ever felt anything.
When he's done, he collapses next to me. His expression is calm. Relaxed. Spent. I've never seen him like that. I like it. A lot.
He slides off the bed, discards of the condom, and returns.
His gaze hardens as he gives me a long once-over. "Are you okay?"
I nod.
He unties me. He's careful about checking my wrists, stretching them, pressing his lips against them.
Then he pulls me into his arms and plants a kiss on my lips.
It's soft. Sweet, even.
Then he pulls away. Climbs off the bed. "You can stay as long as you want."
"Thanks." He takes a step towards the door. "Make yourself comfortable. Jordan will take you home whenever you're ready. If there's an emergency, I'll be in my office."
I nod like it's normal he's fleeing the scene. "Sure."
"Goodnight." He steps into the hallway and pulls the door closed.
Okay…
I've never had sex until now, but I'm pretty sure that's abnormal behavior.
His terms are clear. The affection is fake. The carnal desire is real. I don't get soft kisses and sweet whispers when we're alone. And I don't want them.
It's better keeping things separate.
I climb off the bed and examine the room. There isn't much besides the bed. The bookshelf in the corner is packed with never-before-read classics. Books for show.
The attached bathroom is gorgeous, all stainless steel, Italian marble, and an enormous tub with jets and imported bubble bath.
I run the water until it's just right then climb in. This thing is practically a pool. It's the tub of my dreams. But I can't relax.
Something feels off.
Once I'm clean, I climb out, wrap myself in a towel, and return to the main room.
My clothes are folded on the couch. Not the pink chiffon dress but the jeans and t-shirt I wore this morning.
The apartment is quiet. Moonlight flows in through the big windows. A sliver of yellow light flows out from under the door in the corner. Blake's office.
I guess I inspire him. Something like that.
I plant on the couch and try to get comfortable. This is a beautiful apartment, but I can't see any of that.
I can't see anything but that closed door.
It's locked and I'm not welcome there.
I'm not welcome anywhere but his bed.
