Page 385 of Rock Me All Night
"Honestly?"
"Yeah."
"I didn't really think about sex at all. Until recently."
"How recently."
"Until I walked in on you naked."
"That's not personal. Just that it's been years. It's not like you were practicing your photography taking nudes of hot male models, right?"
"True."
"You appreciate an attractive naked man. Nothing wrong with that. As soon as you see another guy, get laid, you'll realize I'm not special."
"I appreciate you writing off my desire. Maybe you should get a new platonic female friend, so you can realize I'm not special."
"Didn't mean that." He pulls the blanket aside, making room for me to get under it. "Go back to bed."
"I don't need to be tucked in."
"You want me to leave, say the word."
I say nothing. Instead, I make a point of stretching long as I lie on my back. My shirt pulls up my stomach, almost all the way to my chest.
Tom's gaze goes to my exposed skin. "You sleep in that?"
I nod.
His fingers graze the edge of my tank top. He starts to pull it down. Slowly. Too slowly. Heat races through my body. I bite my lip, squeeze my toes into the sheet.
Tom looks into my eyes. It's just like in the club. He's asking for permission. Half of me wants to tell him to go fuck himself with his mixed signals. The other half wants to beg him to get into this bed and to get me out of these clothes.
There. The shirt is back in place. His fingers graze the waist of my panties. They stay there.
I rock my hips forward, half an inch.
His fingers stay in place. Not moving closer. Not pulling away.
Just there. Teasing me. Filling me with anticipation.
I press my eyelids together. My lips part with a sigh. Yes. Please. Now.
He doesn't move.
I can't take this anymore. I have to know what this is supposed to mean.
"Tom, I..." A sigh breaks up my words.
He looks away. "You should get to bed."
What? He's leaving. He can't leave now. I'm on fire.
He shifts off the bed. "I... I'll see you tomorrow."
He opens the door and steps into the hallway. He's half lit, half in darkness. It would look gorgeous on film, but it's hard to appreciate anything at the moment. He spent the whole night working me up and now he's leaving.
"Goodnight, kid. Sweet dreams." He pulls the door closed.
