Page 239 of The First Time
Too smooth.
Too soft.
I need more. Harder. Everything.
But he's patient.
I arch my back a half inch. It presses his hand against me. But it's not enough.
He doesn't relent.
He keeps his touch soft. Slow.
He gets me shaking.
Panting.
Finally, he slides my panties to my knees.
I kick them off my feet.
I'm naked.
And he's dressed.
And the sight of us makes me wetter. Hotter.
He makes eye contact through the mirror. "You're nervous."
"A little."
"Do you remember what I said last time?"
"You said a lot of things."
"Not true." He smiles. Just barely.
"A few things." I take a deep breath and study his expression. It doesn't offer any insight. "About the terms or about how if I want something, you'll give it to me? But last time, you sent me home. I know I didn't ask, but you obviously knew."
"Kat."
I bring my gaze back to his. "Yeah?"
"What do you want?"
A shiver passes through me. "You."
He places his palm on my lower back. "How?"
"You said we're not having sex."
"I said I'm not fucking you right now."
My lips press together. I hate this edict. It's awful.
"But I will. Tonight."
"So…"
