Page 227 of The First Time
"Okay." I offer my hand.
He shakes. "I'll have my lawyer draft a contract. We'll sign tomorrow."
"Okay."
He stares deeply into my eyes. "This will move fast. You'll need to be ready by next week."
"I can do that."
"There will be cameras when we announce our engagement. You can wear what you want, but if you need help finding something, my assistant—"
"Okay." I nod. As much as I don't like the idea of being a doll, I don't know fancy parties. I don't want to look out of place. It's going to be hard enough convincing the world I'm Blake Sterling's girlfriend looking the part.
"I'll pick you up Saturday morning at nine a.m."
Jesus, that's early for someone who works mostly nights. "As long as you bring coffee."
He brushes my hair from my shoulder. "When you're with me, I'll take care of everything."
"Coffee?"
He nods.
"Food?"
He nods.
"What else?"
He runs his hands over my bra. "Clothing."
"Oh, that stands for clothing, does it?"
He nods.
His lips close over mine. It's magic. Like one of those scenes in a movie where fireworks explode over a pretty pink castle.
His lips are soft. Sweet. Commanding.
I run my hands through his hair. It's short. Thick. Neat.
His hand slips into my bra.
His fingers brush my nipple.
Fuck, that feels good.
I'm shaking. It's been a long, long time since anyone has touched me like this.
No. No one has touched me like this, like I'm a gift they want to unwrap.
I groan against his lips. Slide into his lap. Details fade to the back of my mind. They’re so much less important than my body against his.
I dig my hands into the soft fabric of his shirt until I can feel the hard contours of his muscles.
Desire overwhelms me.
I've never wanted anyone this much. I never even knew you could want someone this much.
