Page 227 of Rock Me All Night
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Igetup for a glass of water, but it does nothing to cool me off.
I try patting my neck and chest with the water, but that only fills my head with that same beautiful image of Drew coming out of the pool naked and dripping wet.
There are footsteps behind me. Drew slides his arm around my waist. He rests his head in the crook of my neck.
"You up to finish?" His breath is warm against my skin.
"Sure." I set my glass on the counter and turn so I'm facing Drew.
His crotch is pressed against mine. He has me pinned against the counter, more or less. Just like the night when everything went to shit.
Of course, my body shares none of my cautious sentiment. It's practically buzzing with electricity, with the most desperate need to feel his hands again.
It's not the worst idea in the world.
Bottom five maybe, but not the worst.
He steps back and stretches his arms over his head. My eyes go straight to the muscles of his torso as they constrict and relax. There's that little line of hair under his belly button. They shouldn't call it a happy trail. More like athis is driving me out of my fucking mind trail.
Drew drags his fingertips over my palm. He nods to the TV like everything is normal and he isn't trying to torture me.
I follow him back to the couch. He plops in the corner and pats his shoulder the way he did earlier.
This time, I take his offer. I slide onto the middle cushion and rest my head on Drew's shoulder.
He runs his fingers over the elastic band in my hair and pulls out my ponytail. My hair falls over my face and shoulders. Drew brushes it behind my ear.
The TV flickers. There's absolutely nothing about it that can draw my attention. I lean into Drew's touch as he runs his fingers through my hair.
There's nothing demanding about his touch. It's soft. Sweet. Patient.
He traces a line down my neck and over my chest and back again. His touch moves lower and lower, until he's tracing the neckline of my t-shirt.
Heat builds between my legs. This might ruin everything, it might make him run away, it might torpedo our friendship forever.
But none of that can compete with the desire spreading through my body. Whatever the consequences, I need Drew and I need him now.
I let out a low moan. I shift my chest into his hands. He doesn't need it explained. He slides his hand under my shirt and over my bra. He traces its outline from one side of my chest to the other and back again.
And again.
And again.
He slides his fingers into my bra and draws slow circles around my nipple.
My sex clenches. Drew is touching me and it feels so damn good.
He plays with my other nipple the same way. His free hand goes to my hair and he tilts my neck so we're face to face.
He's three inches away.
His eyes close and he kisses me. Soft to start, then harder and harder.
He cups my breast inside my bra and rubs me with his thumb. His tongue slides into my mouth, exploring it. I kiss him back as hard as I can.
Drew is kissing me. Drew is touching me. It's still so novel and amazing. My best friend, the guy I've wanted for as long as I can remember, is touching me.
