Page 428 of Rock Me All Night
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There'sa warm body pressed against mine. Breath on my neck. A heart pounding against my back. Not my heart but Tom's.
He's still in bed with me.
Every organ begs me to stay next to him, to soak in the comfort of his arms for as long as possible. Every organ except my bladder.
Damn, I have to pee. I'm careful about unwrapping his arms without disturbing him. Still, he stirs. Mutters something incomprehensible. He looks gorgeous asleep. But not like an angel. Even surrounded by the soft glow of light peeking through the curtains, he looks like trouble.
The curtains are only open a sliver and there's still all this light. It's far too bright to be a.m. I should be used to the sleep all day, party all night rock star lifestyle by now.
I allow myself one long moment to gawk at Tom lying on the bed on his stomach. Strong shoulders, sculpted ass, muscular legs. God, he's yummy. But the heat building between my legs only makes this whole I have to pee situation worse.
I lock the bathroom door, pee, brush my teeth, start the shower. There's noise in the main room. Must be Tom getting up. And his voice. He's on the phone. Ah, please let that be something trivial. Something that won't force life to come crashing down around us.
There are footsteps then a knock on the bathroom door. I open up for Tom.
He's still naked.
It would be rude to do anything but gawk. I take my time checking out his just as amazing front— from the messy hair to the defined abs to the hardening cock. God, he's already getting hard.
I am naked.
But still.
"Eyes up here, kid."
"I have other areas of interest."
"Do tell."
"Think they're pretty obvious." With great effort, I meet his gaze. "Who was that?"
"Room service. You need your strength."
"Why is that?"
He slides his arm around my waist, pulls me into the main room, and points to the bed. "There for starters." He points to the messy table. "There." To the armchair in the corner. "Definitely there." He nods to the shower. "Seems you already have the right idea here."
Oh.
"It's past noon but I talked the cook into making us eggs. Special request."
"Uh-huh."
He's naked. I offer him my toothbrush so I'll stop gawking. He takes it, one eye on me as he brushes his teeth.
"I've never been in a shower with someone else before," I say.
He rinses his mouth and sets my toothbrush back on the counter. "Don't do it too often. Condoms don't always play nice with water." Excitement flares in his expression. "Actually. Give me a sec."
He steps out of the bathroom. Wait here or get started without him? I'm already desperate for his touch. Desperate for our bodies to join again. This is more than care but I'm not sure how much. It's been ages since I've had any feeling for a man that wasn't indifference.
Tom is back in a hot second. He's hands me a folded piece of paper. His eyes meet mine. He motionsgo ahead.
It's an STD test.
He's clean.
