Chapter Four
Elena and Pipe left pretty much after they finished dinner. Sarah wasn’t surprised as she saw the couple struggle to keep their hands off each other. Once they were gone, Knife had taken her onto the dance-floor and wrapped his arms around her.
“So much for a double date, huh.”
“They’re good together, and she’s good for him.”
“It’s good to find someone who completes you like that.”
He moved his hand down to cup her ass.
“What are you going to do, Sarah?”
“Knife?”
“No, what do you want? I want you, and I’ll wait if this is too fast. What are you waiting for?”
“I’m not waiting for anything.”
“Then tell me what you want.”
She sighed. “I’ve never done this, okay? Ralf, he’s been the only guy I’ve been with. I don’t know how this works. I’m not used to being this kind of woman.”
“Ralf got you as a virgin.”
Resting her head against his shoulder, she groaned. “Could we not say that out loud?”
“Why not? There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin. This has got to be your decision. Do you want me to drop you off back home, take you to the clubhouse, or shall I go and find us a nice hotel room?”
Licking her dry lips, she stared up into his startling blue eyes, and her breath hitched.
“A hotel,” she said, whispering the words.
“Are you on anything?”
“I’m not sick.”
Knife chuckled. “No, are you on anything to keep you protected from pregnancy?”
“Oh, oh, now I do feel a little, erm, yeah, I’m not on anything. I thought you were asking if I was sick or something. Oh my God, I’m so stupid.”
He tilted her head back with a finger beneath her chin. “You’re not stupid, babe. You’re just not used to this. Do you want to leave with me? I can stop at a late night pharmacy for some rubbers.”
Oh my God.
Oh my God.
This is really going to happen.
She was excited, nervous, and wet. Knife had always had this effect on her, and she had tried to ignore it. When she first met him, she hadn’t felt ready to take this next step. She couldn’t jump into another man’s bed so easily.
Taking hold of his hand, she nodded. “I’m ready.”
Knife led the way out of the bar, and she nibbled her lip as she saw his bike. “Do I have to wear a helmet?”
“Yeah, you do.”
“That’s not fair. You didn’t have to wear one.” She stuck her bottom lip out feeling more like a child than ever before.