If she didn't learn to control it, it would consume her.
“How do I do the gravity thing?” she asked, her breathing still coming much too fast, but slightly under control.
“Drop, like you passed out, just let it all go, it will force me to shift how I'm holding you even if I try to stop it.”
Trusting his word on that, Whitney forced every cell in her body to obey and then allowed all her weight to sink into Blade’s hold, as though she really had fainted. Just like he said, the arm around her chest moved, because it was either that or drop her.
“This is when you’d play dirty,” Blade coached. “Groin, neck, eyes, you go for something vulnerable. If I were holding you like this, with your arms pinned at your sides, you’d go for my groin.”
Right.
His groin.
His penis.
She’d never seen a real one before, but she could guess what Blade’s would look like. Long and thick, almost too big to take, but she was sure once it was buried deep inside you, he would know how to use it. How to work a woman’s body until she was writhing in pleasure, lost to the moment, unable to think because she was too busy feeling. How nice that must be, to just turn your brain off, rid it of all conscious thought, and just … feel.
“Whitney.”
His large hands closed on her shoulders, and he turned her around to face him. There was concern on his face, his mind obviously taking a very different turn than hers had.
“You okay? I lost you there for a moment.”
Electricity seemed to hum through her system, and for once, Whitney acted without thinking. Curling her hands around the back of his neck, she tugged him down at the same time she pushed up onto her tiptoes and crushed her mouth to his.
It was her first kiss.
Or half kiss.
Did it count if the other person didn't kiss you back?
If they just stood there like they were made of stone, their grip on your shoulders disappearing as their arms dropped to hang loosely at their sides?
He didn't kiss her back.
Of course, he didn't kiss her back.
Mortified, tears burned the backs of her eyes, as her arms dropped to hang limply by her sides. She took a step back, more embarrassed than she’d ever been before in her life.
What had she done?
“Sorry,” she mumbled before she took off at a dead run for the stairs, needing to get away from him. If only she could outrun herself and her own stupidity so easily.
What was she thinking?
Why had she done that?
What was wrong with her?
Chapter
Thirteen
January 13th
3:44 P.M.
She kissed him.
