Page 270 of The First Time
It's a cherry tree. It's almost the season.
Blake opens the limo door for me and helps me inside. Then he's on the opposite bench. He pulls the door closed. It shuts out the sounds of the party.
Soft white lights glow. This really is a beautiful limo. Sleek. Like all his possessions.
Like the ring.
Like me. I'm close enough to something he owns. A woman under contract. He doesn't strike me as the type who would think of his wife as his property, but you never really know. Rich people are awfully entitled. The men especially.
I sink into my seat. The leather is freezing against my exposed skin. The entire world feels freezing. Like there isn't a shred of love or warmth left.
"Kat."
He's just as cool as the leather. As the air. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." I smooth my dress. Cross my legs. Try to look at anything besides the ring.
"Something." His voice is sincere.
Does it really bother Blake that I'm upset? He got what he wanted. This is all what he wants.
He takes a seat next to me. Presses his thigh against mine.
He leans in to whisper. "Tell me."
His breath warms my skin. It's the only warm thing in the universe. I can focus on how much I want him, how much my body demands his.
That's real.
And, right now, I need real.
His lips brush against my neck. My body reacts instantly.
My back arches of its own accord.
My legs part.
My tongue slides over my lips.
"You're overwhelmed." He whispers it in my ear like it's a dirty promise.
"I know how I feel. I don't need you explaining it to me." My body whines at my protests. It doesn't want to talk. It doesn't want feelings. It wants his hands and his mouth and his cock.
He pushes my hair aside with a gentle touch. Then it's his lips on my neck. He kisses me. Softly. Then harder.
"Tell me I'm wrong." His fingers skim the bare skin on my back. They settle on the top of my zipper.
"Do you even care?"
His eyes turn down. He actually looks hurt. I think. His expressions are all so similar. "I want to make this as easy as possible for you."
"You wouldn't want a difficult wife?"
"No." He undoes my zipper. "I like you, Kat. I want you to be happy."
"Really?"
"I don't lie when we're alone."
