Page 368 of The First Time
Blake: Will you join me for dinner?
Kat: Yes.
Blake: Please bring Lizzy. Mom wants to meet her.
Kat: Sure. For Meryl, not for you.
Blake: Of course. I'm not under any illusions about why you're doing this.
But he is. Because it's not just for Meryl. It's for him. Or maybe for me. BecauseIwant to be around him. Just… I need to figure out how to be around him without falling harder.
Blake: Now, Kat, may I make you come in my limo?
Kat: Do we have to talk?
Blake: Nothing but dirty promises.
Kat: I'll be ready in fifteen.
Blake: Don't wear anything under your coat.
* * *
Blake is sittingon the bench. He's in his suit and tie, the picture of confidence.
His eyes meet mine. They demand everything.
Dirty promises. We're only making dirty promises tonight. We're only making dirty promises forever.
"Take off your coat," he demands.
My body obeys before my head can step in.
I slide my coat off my shoulders.
I'm not quite naked. I'm in thigh high stockings and heels.
He eyes the tights with appreciation.
"They weren't under my coat. Technically," I say.
He half-smiles. He must appreciate technicalities. He would.
The limo pulls off the street.
I press my palms against my hips. I need to look confident.
This is for me. Because I want him. Because I want this distraction. Because I want my thoughts a million miles away.
He leans back, spreading his knees. "Lie down on the bench. On your back."
Slowly, I lower my body onto the cold leather seat.
He leans next to me. Brushes his fingers against my inner thighs.
His touch is light. A tease. I should be used to his teasing by now, but I'm not.
My body whines for more.
