Chapter 89 The First Time

• Kimberly.
• I kissed him and begged him to make me his own. He returned the kiss with passion, making me forget everything except the smell of his body, his skin against mine, and those lips that made me desire more and more as he kissed me. He lifted me in his arms. I wanted to tell him where my room was, but if I had to detach my lips and hands from his body to do so, it seemed impossible.
• Jason Blake was a resourceful man; he would find it himself. All I wanted was to be close to him, in his arms, with my arms around his neck and my lips devoured by his.