Page 270 of Rock Me All Night
Drew reaches over and pulls the door shut.
The rest of the world fades away. It's just the two of us in this little car, in this tiny seat.
I shift so I'm straddling him. He looks up at me, all that affection in his eyes, and brushes my hair behind my shoulders. Something passes between us. Neither one of us is ready to say those words, but, right now, I can feel them.
His eyes close. He plants a soft kiss on my shoulder. My neck. My cheek. My mouth. He sucks on my lower lip. It sends a pang straight to my core.
My hands go to his shoulders. I slide them around his neck, pulling him closer, bringing the kiss deeper.
His touch is tender. He runs his hands down my back and up again.
And again.
And again.
Every brush of his hands is magic. I kiss him harder. I shift my hips, so our crotches are aligned. All that fabric is in the way again, but I can still feel his erection through his jeans.
I break the kiss to pull my top over my head. Drew's eyes go wide.
He pulls his shirt over his head. My breath picks up. My heart races a little faster. He's so damn beautiful. I trace the lines of his body from his shoulders to his belly button. Then below his belly button.
I undo his jeans. He lifts his ass to help me get them down his hips. Then the boxers. Then it's just Drew on that seat.
He drags his fingertips up my thigh. It's slow enough to make me dizzy. My body is so desperate to be pressed against his. I press my eyes closed to contain the sensation. There's this ache between my legs and there's only one way to satisfy it.
He's the only thing that satisfies me.
It occurs to me that I have a problem. That I really am addicted to him. But the second our eyes meet I don't care. It's like I can see all the way to his soul. It's like I can see all the things he can't manage to say.
His palm presses against my panties. He tugs them to my knees. I shift so he can get them off my feet.
Drew grabs my hips and brings my body onto his. No teasing. He enters me. His grip around me tightens. He pulls me closer.
I hold onto his shoulders and use them for leverage.
I shift up and down, driving him as deep as he'll go. He holds my gaze, watching me with fascination. Then he pulls me into a deep kiss.
We stay like that, lips locked, him shifting deeper and deeper inside me. My body is pressed against his—my chest, my stomach, my hands, my thighs—and the skin-to-skin contact is enough to make me sizzle. It's all so sweet, so agonizingly slow.
I keep my eyes closed and my lips pressed against his. The pleasure in my core builds with every thrust. That's agonizingly slow too.
Just when I'm sure I can't take it anymore, Drew moves faster. He plants kisses down my neck and chest, stopping to suck on my nipples, then kissing his way back to my mouth.
I slide my hands around his neck. An orgasm rises up inside me. I do everything to keep my lips on his. I dig my nails into his back. I squeeze my thighs against his.
I'm so close to the edge. One more thrust and I'm straight into free fall. Pleasure radiates to every single finger and toe. I moan into Drew's mouth as I come. I squeeze him as hard as I can.
He feels so fucking good.
Drew breaks our kiss to press his lips against my neck. His movements get faster, harder, more desperate. He digs his hands into my ass, pulling me closer.
He's almost there and it's a beautiful thing to watch. His eyelids press together. His lips part. There's so much pleasure on his face, like he's here and somewhere else all at once.
I'm greedy. I want him here.
"Open your eyes," I say. "I want to watch."
He does. He holds my gaze as he thrusts into me. He digs his fingers into my hips like it's the only way he can contain himself.
I can see the orgasm building in his expression. He can't bring himself to keep his eyes open. He can't bring himself to do anything but groan. He pulls me closer. He sucks on my earlobe.
With one more heavy groan, he comes. His cock is pulsing inside me. His nails are sharp against my skin. It's such an amazing sensation, knowing I'm bringing him this bliss.
We stay in the passenger seat with our bodies pressed together for a long time. It's the closest I've ever been to him. I'm terrified to move away. What if everything changes and he goes back to being utterly unable to articulate his feelings?
Finally, his eyes open. He runs his hand through my hair, still soft and sweet.
"I want to take you somewhere," he says.
I nod. Wherever it is, I want to be there.
