Page 435 of Rock Me All Night
The floor of the rink is some squishy rubber thing. I'll be okay if I fall. I won't get hurt.
Taking steps is easy. Gliding is not. I squeeze Tom's hand for balance but I'm still wobbly.
Tom skates circles around me. The show-off has skills. He's damn cute with his skinny jeans tucked into retro skates.
"I won't let you fall." He sets his hands on my waist with a light touch. "Trust me."
He's talking about skating, I know, but the words cut all the way to my soul. I do trust him. It's a good thing because he's already got a vice grip on my heart.
Left leg first. I pick up my foot and try my best to slide as I place it back on the rink. That buys me about two inches. I try with my right foot. Three inches this time. I can do this. I go faster.
Faster.
Shit. My foot goes down wrong. My ankle doesn't twist. It can't. The skates are so tight that my entire leg twists. Only I don't fall face first.
Tom catches me without missing a step.
He squeezes tight. "You okay?"
I nod.
"Then hop to it, kid."
"Hopping is out of the question."
"Glide to it." He shifts backwards to give me enough room to skate.
Okay. I can glide to it. My movements start cautious. Each time, I move a little faster, glide a little farther. I get halfway around the rink before I trip. This time, I regain my balance. Well, with Tom's help.
He presses his lips to my neck. "Not sure I'll be able to distract you much at this rate."
"You're very distracting."
"This is nothing." He brings his hand to my shoulder and slides it over the neckline of my blouse.
I grab onto the edge of the rink so I'll have some chance of keeping my balance. "What is that?"
"A one."
"What's a ten look like?"
"That will get us arrested." He cups my breast over my top. "You're not wearing a bra."
I nod.
"That's naughty, teasing me like that." His thumb brushes over my nipple, pressing the fabric of my top against the bud. "I'm going to have to tease you back."
"Please do."
"Fuck, do I love the way you say that." Tom nips at my earlobe.
He rubs his thumb over me. Just once and he brings his hand back to my hips. Pangs of desire shoot to my sex. My body cries out for more. Now.
Okay, no playing nice. I try to shift my ass against his crotch but the roller-skates make it difficult. Words will have to get me there. "Please."
"Mmm." He moves closer, kisses his way up my neck and over my ear. "This is a four."
"You have a real mouth on you, Mr. Steele."
