Page 235 of Rock Me All Night
I clear my throat and offer my perfect calm smile. "I thought you could read my mind."
"Usually."
"You're so obnoxious sometimes, you know." I take a step toward the dance floor. "Ever consider that I have something on my mind that I don't want to talk about?"
"No."
"Or that I'd rather not talk at all?"
"No." He slides his hand around my hip. "I have to know everything about you. I have to know every part about you."
"What about the ugly parts?"
He runs his fingertips over my cheek. "There are no ugly parts."
I bury myself in my drink. Sugar and citrus and loads of tequila. But this isn't coming out easier. "You've really hurt your bargaining position by admitting how badly you want to fuck me."
He grabs my ass and holds my body against his. "I see that hint of desperation in your eyes. You want it even worse than I do."
I shake my head.
His lips close over mine and he kisses me so I almost topple over.
Fuck. That's amazing.
The kiss breaks. I go back to my drink like I'm not even fazed, but I'm not selling that story. I'm flushed and panting. My legs are shaking. My arms are riddled with goosebumps.
I don't know who wants it worse, but I want it so badly I could kill someone.
Drew, I have to warn you about something. It's not a big deal, but I have some scars on my thighs. Who am I kidding? It's a huge deal and I wouldn't even consider letting anyone else touch them.
I will the words to form in my throat, but they don't. Drew's expression gets serious. If I don't act fast, the next thing out of his mouth will be something about not fucking me until I tell him what's wrong.
I take a deep breath. "I should probably tell you something."
"Is it important?"
"It might be."
He raises a brow. "Kendrick, you know if it's important."
"It is." I take a long sip. "But I'm terrified it's going to change the way you feel about me."
"There's nothing you can say that will talk me out of fucking you." Drew finishes his drink and sets it on a side table in one smooth motion. He moves back toward me. His hands skim the hem of my dress. "But first, I want to have you here."
My breath catches. Here as in on the dance floor here? That's so... I can't even...
I can't even believe I'm considering this.
Drew grabs my wrist, the left. I go to pull my hand to my chest but stop myself. He looks at me funny for a second but he shakes it off.
We move to the middle of the dance floor. No pretenses. No waiting. No conversation. His lips slide over mine. His hands go to my hips and he grinds against me.
My body is buzzing already. I hold his head against mine so I can suck on his lips. He tastes so good. Like Drew. The word dances around my brain. It's better than the music. Better than anything I've ever felt.
I rock my hips against his in time with the bass line. He's hard and he groans with every brush of my body against his. I turn and press my back against him, my ass against his crotch. He sinks his teeth into my neck. He drags his hands to the neckline of my dress.
I arch my back to press my crotch against his. Drew lets out a low groan. He sucks on my ear so hard I almost scream. His hand trails over the jut of my hip bone, until his fingers are right over my clit. The dress is in the way, sure, but there's no mistaking the pleasure flooding my body.
