Page 424 of Rock Me All Night
"I want to be with you." He slides a hand around my waist. "But I've never done that before. Might not be any good at it."
"That's okay. I'm not very good at it either."
He brushes his fingers against my cheek. "I don't know what to do here, kid. Nothing has ever made me hesitate."
I stare back into Tom's eyes. "You want me."
He nods.
"I want you. We'll figure the rest out. I promise."
"I've never cared about anyone this much. I... I'll hate myself if I break your heart."
I slide my hand around his neck. "You won't. Not on purpose."
"How do you know?"
"Say this goes bad and you break my heart because you're dealing with your own shit. That will cut me to my soul. But running away now would hurt worse." I press my fingertips into his skin. "I've spent the last few years running away from anything that might hurt me, and all I've got is an empty life. I don't want to run. I want you." I arch my back to press my crotch against his. "Please, Tom. I can't bear waiting another second. I need you."
He stares back into my eyes, and I know he understands me. He feels it too, needs me too.
"I'm going to kiss you," I say. "I know you don't normally—"
His lips press against mine before I can finish my sentence. Yes. Better than in my dreams. Better than anything.
Just a peck and Tom pulls back to look at me. There's so much in his gorgeous green eyes. Desire, affection, need.
He kisses me again. Any hint of reservation is gone. He sucks on my lower lip until I sigh with pleasure. His tongue slips into my mouth, swirling around mine.
He tastes good. Not like the three shots of whiskey I watched him drink. Like spearmint toothpaste. Like Tom.
He got ready for this.
He got ready for me.
I don't catch my breath until our kiss breaks.
His eyes meet mine. Different than before. Hungrier. He brings his hand to the bottom of my dress. I spread my legs to guide him.
Slowly, he drags his fingertips up my thigh. Almost. They skim the edge of my panties.
"Please," I breathe.
He presses his lips against my ear. "I love the way you say that. It's fucking sexy."
I arch my back to press my sex against his hand. "Please."
He kisses me hard. His tongue slides into my mouth, exploring it. He's damn patient as he strokes me over my panties.
I tug at his hair. Now. I need all of him, now. I drag my fingertips over his chest, his neck, his ears.
He groans.
Yes, the ears. I run my fingertips over his earlobes with a feather light touch.
Tom pulls back. He grabs my hands and presses them hard against the wall. "Let me lead, kid." He slides my panties to my knees. "I want to savor this." He drags his fingers up the inside of the thigh. "I want to feel every second of your pleasure."
My sex clenches. I want him leading. I trust him with my body. And that's everything.
