Page 215 of Rock Me All Night
I wipe my face, chest, and neck and toss the towel to Drew. He doesn't quite manage to get clean.
"Come here," I say.
He slides one hand around my hip and presses me into the counter.
Somehow, I stay focused on my task. I rub my thumb over his cheek to wipe off the batter.
His eyes find mine. They're not playful anymore. They're wide with desire.
He takes my wrist and brings my thumb to his mouth.
His tongue presses against the fleshy pad. It's strange how sensitive my skin is. How good his mouth feels.
Desire shoots through me, but I maintain a hint of sense. We're not in too deep. Not yet.
Drew releases me. I run my thumb over his lower lip. It's soft. Kissable.
His stare is intense. I pull my hand back to my side and stare back. We're about to cross some line that can't be uncrossed.
It's a terrible idea but I can't talk myself out of it.
Drew drags his fingertips across my chest. He picks up a smidge of batter and brings it to my mouth. I part my lips to make way for his finger. His skin is hard and calloused.
I take it deeper. Suck harder. My head fills with all sorts of ideas.
It's not enough. I need more. I need all of him.
He traces the outline of my lips and slides his hand into my hair. His eyelids flutter together as he brings his lips to mine.
Eyes closed, I lean into his kiss. It sends me straight into a frenzy. I have to grab onto his shoulders to stay upright.
Drew's lips are against mine. Drew is kissing me. It's not for show. It's not a dare. It's because he wants me.
He sucks on my lower lip. He digs his hands into my hair, holding my mouth against his. All I can do is react. Press my fingers into his skin. Part my lips to make way for his tongue. Shift my hips against his.
I don't breathe until he releases the kiss.
His eyes find mine. He runs his thumb against my cheek. "Kara."
I swallow hard. Talking just might ruin this. So I close my eyes and I slide my hands into Drew's hair and I kiss him.
His lips are soft and they taste like chocolate and sugar. He doesn't hesitate. He kisses back, hands on my hips, tongue in my mouth.
Every part of my body is awake and alive and every part of it wants Drew. I arch my back to press my chest into his.
No waiting. He grabs my t-shirt and pulls it over my head. He drags his fingertips down my arm and shoulders and traces the outline of my bra.
That flutter spreads through my stomach and chest and thighs until every part of me is buzzing with electricity.
Drew is touching me.
Drew is kissing me.
Drew is mine. For the next few minutes at least.
He unhooks my bra. I moan into his mouth. Drew is going to take off my bra. Drew is going to see me topless.
It's like I'm a desperate high school student again. The only thing I want is Drew feeling me up. Every second he's not touching me is horrible agony.
