Page 400 of Rock Me All Night
"How about now?"
Tom is staring, glaring even.
Make him jealous. Worst-case scenario, you have a bad kiss. It's possible Sweater Vest is a great kisser. That your body really will want his. You should give him a shot.
I look back at him. "Just a peck, okay?"
He nods. "Sure."
My eyes close. Bam. His lips press against mine. Nothing. Not even a whisper of electricity.
That's a peck. I pull back but Sweater Vest isn't relenting. He squeezes my shoulders. Then one hand shifts to my chest.
I go numb. This is how it starts. Sometimes it's just a kiss. Just a touch. But sometimes it's more. Worse. Sometimes it doesn't stop.
My hands. Where are they? I wiggle my fingers. There. That's something. It takes forever to find the movement in my arms but I get it. I push him gently.
Nothing.
I push hard.
He backs off, his expression irritated.
And then there are hands around his collar. The weight shifts as he's pulled off the couch. By someone.
By Tom.
Tom throws the guy against the wall so hard it shakes. "What the fuck was that, asshole?"
"Nothing."
"Get out of here before I make you regret that."
The guy stares back at Tom. "I wasn't doing anything wrong."
"You have three seconds left."
The guy doesn't move.
"Two."
Nothing.
"One."
