Page 376 of Rock Me All Night
I go to step back into some bold, confident pose, but my foot catches on the bedspread. Shit. I slip and fall backwards. My ass hits the bed. Then slides down to the floor. Bam. I'm on my back, my legs spread. I press my hands into the ground to push myself up.
Tom's gaze passes over me. It stops between my legs.
"Uh..." His eyes cloud with desire.
He watches me with rapt attention as I rise to my feet. At my thighs, my hips, my stomach. By the time he works his way to my eyes, I'm buzzing like a power line.
Touch me, please.
Throw me on that bed.
Kiss me.
Something.
I try to speak but my mouth is sticky. My hands are clammy. I wipe them on the skirt. Damn polyester thing fails to absorb the sweat.
Tom moves past me again, reaching for my suitcase. I'm too nervous to balance. I cling to his shirt and tug at it to stay upright. He smells good. I can feel his hard muscles through the soft fabric. God damn, I really hate his stupid shirt at the moment.
I press my lips together. I want to respect his wishes. Just friends. I can do that.
In theory.
But I need to touch him. At least his arm. Something. I try to pull him closer. He looks at me, this strange mix of lust and confusion in his eyes.
He shifts forward. It knocks me off balance, and I fall back on the bed.
He's on top of me a second later. An accident or on purpose?
His hands plant just outside my shoulders. His body lines up perfectly with mine. His chest, his crotch, his thighs—they're all pressed against mine.
His lips are three inches from mine.
He smells like mint.
The room is silent.
He stares into my eyes. I stare back.
His hand goes to the back of my thigh. He pushes me up, all the way onto the bed. But he doesn't move off me.
My lungs refuse to cooperate with me. Am I breathing? Is it even possible to breathe? There. I inhale. Exhale.
He's hard.
For me.
Electricity collects below my belly button. We're close to something perfect.
Then there's a knock on the door.
And everything is wrong.
Tom practically jumps off the bed. He moves to the other side of the room, his back pressed against the wall.
He wants me. He adjusts his clothes but that does nothing to hide the evidence.
Another knock.
