Page 247 of The First Time
"Do you trust me with your body?"
I don't know. "I think so."
"Then listen. And breathe. Okay?"
I nod. I can do that. Probably.
His hand slides around my waist. "Come with me."
I follow him inside.
He closes the door behind us. Stops. Stares at me like I'm a painting hanging in a museum.
He studies every inch of my body with wide-eyed appreciation.
I've never felt particularly beautiful or desirable.
But I do right now.
Right now, I feel like the most beautiful woman in the universe.
His gaze meets mine. "Are you on birth control?"
"No," I say. "I don't date."
"I'll make you an appointment."
"I can handle it."
"I'm clean. I'll send you the test results if you'd like."
"Okay."
He leads me into a bedroom.
It can't be his. Everything is too clean, too warm, too feminine. The bed is dressed in white cotton sheets. A chiffon curtain covers the window. It's the same pale pink as my dress.
Blake opens the drawer and pulls out a condom. "Sit on the bed."
My head thinks up all sorts of objections, but my body cuts through every one of them.
His voice gets low. Rough. "Now."
I plant my ass on the bed. It's firm. An expensive foam mattress.
Palms flat behind me, I lean back.
Blake's brows raise. His gaze moves over me slowly.
"You're fucking gorgeous." He reaches into the dresser and pulls out something black. "You own my thoughts, Kat."
"I do?"
He nods. "I keep drifting off during meetings. Thinking about splitting you in half when I should be thinking about numbers. It's a disease, but I don't want a cure." He shuts the dresser drawer. "Lie down, arms above your head."
The expression in his eyes commands me.
I obey immediately.
