Page 381 of Rock Me All Night
"Everyone already knows my fucking name."
"God damn, you're an obnoxious drunk."
Tom looks at me with puppy dog eyes. "You think so too, kid? You think I'm obnoxious?"
"I'm not getting involved," I say.
"You won't hurt my feelings." He raises his eyebrows. "I have a massiveego."
"So I've seen," I say.
Pete's jaw drops. "Sticks, please tell me you didn't—"
"I didn't. Damn. You really think I'd be stupid enough to fuck Guitar Prince's baby sister? We're just friends. Real good friends." Tom looks me in the eyes. "Right, kid?"
I'm silent.
"You're making a fool of yourself," Pete says.
"Don't I always?" Tom turns to me, ignoring his brother. "You looked miserable before. I hate to disappoint."
"Excuse me." I nod to the dance floor. "I uh... I really love this song."
Pete makes eye contact. "You want me to hit him?"
I shake my head. "It's fine. I've got it under control."
"If you don't—" Pete points to the couch. “I’ll be here.”
"We've got a chaperone. Fun." Tom motions for me to follow him. "Guess I'm not trustworthy."
I grab onto Tom's wrists and refuse to let go. "He's right. Whatever you're running from is going to catch you."
"I'm aware." He shakes off my hands then takes them and places them around his shoulders. "If you don't want to dance with me, don't. I'm not lacking for interested partners."
"That's charming."
"Just saying." He slides his hands to my hips. "If you're gonna do something do it right."
His hands make a compelling argument. I tighten my grip on his shoulders and sway in time with the music.
We stay close for a few songs. No words. Just the music and our breath.
Then the song shifts to something slow.
With his hands on my hips, Tom leads. He pulls me closer. Closer. His thigh shifts between my legs. Then his thigh is against my sex, the fabric of his jeans creating friction in my cotton panties.
My breath catches in my throat. No doubt my cheeks are as pink as my hair. God, that feels good. I grab at his shoulders. Stare up into his eyes. He's watching me, intently, studying my reaction. I nod the best yes I can muster. Whatever this is, yes.
He responds by pulling me closer. The friction is enough to send pleasure to every nerve in my body.
Tom brings his mouth to my ears. "Do you realize how much you light up when I touch you?"
I say nothing.
His fingers skim the waist of my skirt then settle on my lower back. It's completely appropriate for dancing. Normal. But my body doesn't feel normal. My body is buzzing, desperate to get those hands under my skirt.
One hand traces its way up my back, all the way to the bottom of my still crop top. Then under it. His fingertips grace my bare skin. I'm not wearing a bra. He's so close to touching me properly.
