Page 439 of Rock Me All Night
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Tom is a champion lock picker. All it takes is his credit card and thirty seconds of effort and the door markedManager's Officeis open. He leads me inside and flicks the light on.
The lock clicks behind us.
I broke into an office with a rock star.
I'm not sure what happened to the old version of Willow—the one who kept to herself and poured all of her attention into her photography—but she must be gone, because there's no way she would have done this.
Tom's hands slide to my hips. He presses me into the door, the weight of his body sinking into mine. He's so fucking warm. And he smells so damn good.
Our lips lock. Need pours between us. Desire. And something more, something deeper. At the moment, it's hard to place anything that isn'toh hell yes. I dig my hands into his messy hair. Sigh into his mouth. Rub my crotch into his until the friction has me groaning.
He kisses his way down my neck and over my chest. His fingers go to the buttons of my blouse. He undoes them one at a time, his fingers lingering over my exposed skin, until I'm all the way unbuttoned.
My blouse hangs at my shoulders, my breasts exposed to him.
"I like you not wearing a bra." He flicks his tongue against my nipple. "How can I convince you to make it a habit?"
"Keep doing this."
His mouth closes around my nipple and he sucks hard. The pressure is so intense my knees buckle.
"How's that?" He groans.
"Yes. I'm convinced. To do something. I forget what."
He moves to my other breast and teases it just as mercilessly.
"To swear off bras." He sucks on my nipple.
God, yes. Sensation overwhelms me. No one has ever paid my body this much attention, and he's fucking amazing.
"As long as I'm an edgy photographer, I can get away with that."
"You decide what you want to focus on yet?"
"I'm not sure I know how to spell my name at the moment."
"It's a lot more than three letters." He laughs, then he's right back to drawing circles around my nipple with his tongue.
A groan escapes my lips. "What happens if I go without panties?"
"Fuck, kid, you're giving me ideas." He pushes my skirt up. His palm presses against my sex. "I better demonstrate."
"Please do."
He groans as he slides my panties to my knees. "Say that again."
"Please." I kick my panties off my feet.
"Please what?" Tom flicks his tongue against my nipple until I'm panting.
"Just please."
I press my palm against the door to steady myself. The words echo through my brain.Please, please, please. Please, don't break my heart. Please, fall in love with me. Please, let me fall in love with you.
He traces the lines of my chest piece with his tongue. "I know you got this cause your heart was broken." He kisses me between my breasts. "But I still think it's sexy as all hell."
