Page 229 of The First Time
I slide inside.
It's not like the limo I took to Junior Prom. It's sleek. Dark. Black leather and soft suede.
The minibar is stocked with tiny bottles of top-shelf stuff—brands I've never heard of. I crack open a mini bottle of gin and take a long sip. It's good.
But it's not doing anything to help with my frustration.
It's only winding up the tension inside me.
Letting down all the walls protecting me from my libido.
The door closes. Jordan speaks into his earpiece. "Understood, sir." The partition rolls up with a quiet whir.
I'm as good as alone.
My phone rings in my purse. Blake. What the hell?
I answer. "Hello."
"I said anything, Kat."
"I was there."
"You want something."
My heart races. Of course I want something. He's not an idiot. "Yes."
"So ask for it."
Heat rushes through me, collecting between my legs. "I…"
"Take off your underwear. I want to hear you come."
