Page 173 of Rock Me All Night
He was sent from hell to rip my heart in pieces.
"I'm going to start guessing," he says.
"Okay. Fine. I'm going to keep studying. I have a test tomorrow."
"The second week of classes?" His voice is packed with doubt.
"It's a quiz. Does that settle things?"
"No." He takes another step toward me. "Something with Meg?"
"No." I drop my hands into my lap. "I'm not talking about it."
"Did you eat dinner?"
"I'm not hungry."
"It's almost eight. Don't make me drag you."
"You can't drag me. I'm too heavy."
He laughs. "You want to bet?"
My cheeks flush. Thank God he can't see them. I clear my throat. "No."
"You asked for this, Kendrick."
That flutter in my belly goes turbo. I'm melting over him calling me by my last name. I'm hopeless.
He leans over. His arms slide around my back. One slides all the way under my ass. It hooks around my thigh. I can feel the heat of his touch, even through my jeans.
His hand is so, so close.
Too close.
He lifts me from the chair with barely a grunt. He holds me against his chest like I'm a damsel in distress. There's no sign of tension on his face. He's not even strained.
Drew's lips curl into a smile and he tosses me on the bed. I land with the tiniest impact. He flops next to me. Right next to me.
"I bet you're still ticklish," he says.
Okay. Blush in full effect. Drew is trying to kill me. There is no other possible explanation.
I shake my head.
His smile widens. "You have two choices: tell me or suffer."
I shake my head again.
His eyes pass over my body. His hands hover over my stomach. Closer. Closer. Closer.
He tickles me. Oh God. Laughter rises from my belly to my throat. I kick my legs to contain the sensation. He was right. I am still ticklish. I'm unbearably ticklish.
Drew slides his hand under the edge of my top so it's on the skin of my stomach. I can't do anything to contain the sensation. I kick and thrash and laugh until I can't take it anymore.
"Okay, okay. Mercy."
He doesn't relent. "Not until you admit you were upset."
