Page 390 of The First Time
His gaze focuses on my unadorned left hand. His eyes turn down. Almost like he really does want to marry me. No, he does. Just not for the right reasons.
He sits on my bed and pats the spot next to him. It's a tiny little bed—a full—but there's just enough room for the two of us.
I rest my head on his shoulder. He slides his arm around me.
His fingers brush against my back.
God, the man really is comforting. We could have had a perfect marriage except for the little matter of him not loving me.
"You're hurting," he says.
I nod. "I'm sorry. It's your mother. It's not fair for me to react like this."
He runs his fingers through my hair.
It wakes up every nerve in my body.
I turn towards his touch reflexively. It's the most comforting thing in the history of the world.
"I can get your mind off it." He drags his fingertips over my neck. "But you'll have to do things my way."
His breath is warm and wet.
I want his way.
I want to feel anything else.
His touch is so soft. My eyes flutter closed. My nerves stand on end. It's an itch, and he's the only thing that can scratch it.
"You'll have to surrender completely," he says.
Perfect. I nod. "Please."
He rises and presses my bedroom door closed. Slides my suitcase out of the way and surveys the bed. "You have any scarves?"
I grab one from my dresser and hand it to him.
Blake rolls his shoulders back. "Take off your clothes. All of them."
I slip out of my sweater, t-shirt, and jeans. Just a bra and panties now.
Blake's pupils dilate. His tongue slides over his lips. I unhook my bra and slide it off one shoulder at a time.
He stares at my chest like he's transfixed, groaning lightly as my bra hits the ground.
His gaze returns to my eyes. There's something in his gaze today—urgency. He needs this too. It's a release for him too.
My sex clenches as I slide my panties to my ankles.
Blake motionscome here.
Hell yes. Two steps and my body is pressed against his. I'm on display for him. I'm his. He can use me as he pleases.
He runs his fingertips from the nape of my neck to my ass. His touch is light and patient. Much, much too patient.
He kisses me, slowly sliding his tongue into my mouth.
I grab his shoulders, hook my leg over around his hip, groan into his mouth.
