Page 282 of Rock Me All Night
"You want me to use my mouth to explain or you want me to use it to make you come?"
"First one then the other."
He shakes his head like he finds me ridiculous. "I got it with my sister."
"You did not."
He nods. "After all that shit happened. She has a matching one."
“Wasn’t she fifteen?”
“I knew a guy.”
"What's it supposed to mean?"
He drags his fingertips over my stomach, settling on my jeans then unbuttoning them. "It's a statement on my feelings at the time."
His heart was broken over his sister getting hurt. I swoon. Drew can be fucking sweet sometimes.
He pulls my panties to my thighs. He runs his fingertips over the scars on my hips. "I'd die buried in those thighs if I could." Drew looks up at me. "You still want to talk?"
"I kind of like what you're saying."
He runs his fingers over another half-dozen scars. "We could get matching tattoos."
I study his reaction for some sarcasm, but there isn't a hint of it. The guy can't say the word "girlfriend" but he has no problem offering to permanently mark his skin for me.
Rock stars—they make no sense at all.
He pushes my panties and jeans to my knees. Motions for me to take them off. "You're making it awfully hard to eat you out."
"I like this conversation."
"Take off the jeans if you want another word."
I do as I'm asked.
Drew looks at me like I'm crazy to want to hear more about this, but dammit, I really do like what he's saying.
"What kind of tattoo would we get?" I ask.
"Whatever you want." Drew pats the space on the seat right outside his chest. "Knees here."
I press my hands against his shoulders and drag my knees up the seat.
This little crick develops in my neck. He's had his face between my thighs before and it was amazing as all hell, but that was at night in the dark. This is the middle of the day in bright light.
I brace myself for the worst possible reaction.
Drew runs his fingertips up my inner thighs, tracing one scar after another. It's gentle, attentive.
"You okay?" he asks.
"Yeah, just..."
One of his hands slides around my leg, trailing up my hamstring and resting on my ass. He looks up at me. "Your thighs are amazing."
"But, they're so..."
