Page 216 of Rock Me All Night
He breaks our kiss. His fingers hook around my bra straps. He drags the left strap down until my breast spills out. My sex clenches. I swallow hard.
Then the right.
His eyes go wide. Pupils dilate. "Fuck." He lets out a breathy sigh. "You have no idea how badly I've wanted to see you like this."
He cups my breast and I'm warm all over. Hell, I'm on fire.
My eyes flutter closed. I arch my back to push my chest into his hands. "How badly?"
Drew rubs his thumb over my nipple. "I go out of my fucking mind thinking about you." His voice gets low and heavy. He rubs me harder. "But you're so much better than I imagined."
Heat spreads through me. "You haven't..."
One hand goes to my hips and holds them in place. He presses his crotch against mine, so I can feel his erection straining against his jeans. Drew is hard because of me. I swear I must be dreaming.
I pinch my forearm and pull my eyes open. He's staring at me with this look on his face that says he's desperate to touch me.
Not dreaming.
So much better than dreaming.
"I have. Since forever," he growls. "You dress like you're trying to kill me."
I bring my lips back to his and speak in between kisses. "You flirt like you're trying to kill me."
"I am." He rubs me harder.
I hook my arm around his neck. "How long have you wanted me?"
"Since I can remember." He kisses a trail down my neck and chest.
"Why didn't you try anything?"
"Didn't want to fuck this up."
His mouth closes over my nipple and he sucks hard, the way he sucked on my thumb. Heat spreads through me. Pleasure builds between my legs. I can barely think anything exceptDrew. He's wanted me since he can remember.
He wants me.
He's hard because of me.
My untouchable rock star best friend is hard because of me.
He moves to my other nipple. One of his hands goes to the inside of my knee and traces a line up, up, up.
I press my legs together and shift away from him. God, I want Drew's hands on me, but it's not worth the risk of ruining this completely.
His hands go my hips and he kisses his way back up my chest and neck. His lips meet mine and his tongue plunges into my mouth.
I let out a low moan and grab the counter to stay upright. I reach for his shirt and pull it over his head. He lifts his arms to help me. And then his hands are on my hips. They trail down the outside of my thighs. He plays with the hem of my skirt, getting closer and closer to my inner thighs.
It feels so good. I'm warm everywhere and I'm so desperate for his touch, but I can't let him see those scars.
"Drew." I shift back and press my legs together.
His eyes find mine. "Oh, shit. I forgot."
I smooth my skirt over my thighs. "It's nothing personal."
