Page 342 of Rock Me All Night
I grab a stack of hairstyle books to keep myself occupied.
Tom leans closer, watching everything I'm doing. His chest presses against my back. His chin rests on my shoulder. "You going for anything in particular?"
"Something less... well, less." My long hair is heavy against my neck and back. I flip through a dozen pages of similar long haircuts, the kind of safe thing I normally do.
"Going shorter?" he asks.
"Yeah."
Tom drags his fingertips over my shoulders. "Here?" His fingers graze my neck. "Or here?" They move up to my chin, tracing the line of my jawbone, all the way to my ear. "Or maybe here."
A shiver runs down my spine. God damn, those fingers on my body... There's no doubt about it. My sex drive is not only awake. It's raring and ready to go.
I swallow the gasp that rises in my throat. "I'm not sure."
I need to concentrate on something before I melt. I devote all my energy to the style book. Maybe I can work up the courage to do something shorter. It's just hair. It shouldn't be a big deal.
Tom taps me on the shoulder. "That one's a lot less innocent."
It is. Chin length, choppy, and streaked with bright blue.
"I'm not innocent," I say.
"Of course not. How many guys have you slept with?"
"How is that your business? How many girls have you slept with?"
"I lost track after two hundred."
That's so...
I can't even.
"Ooo, the judgmental look again." He shifts to the left, grabs his coffee, and returns his knees to ablow me, pleaseposition. "You're cute judgmental."
"I'm not judgmental. Just surprised."
He stares back at me, challenging me.
"If you were going to ballpark it..."
"Four hundred. Maybe five."
My jaw refuses to stay in place.
"I'm always safe. Even with oral."
"I'm not judging."
"Get tested every three months."
I nod. "That's very responsible of you."
"Always been clean."
"That's great."
"You're blushing."
