Page 474 of Rock Me All Night
"I'll tell you." I pull my shirt over my head. "After you fuck me."
He stares into my eyes. "Tell me first."
I can't tell him first. Telling him might scare him off. And I'm not going to give up my last time with Tom. Even if it will hurt as much as it feels good.
Okay. No more playing nice. I unhook my bra and slide it off my shoulders. "Please."
"Willow," he groans. "I'm not gonna fuck your pain away."
"Why not?"
Confusion forms in his eyes. "You mean more to me than that."
"Then fuckyourpain away." I run my hands through his hair. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you're not scared."
"I'm not running away from my feelings this time."
"Which feelings?"
"Any of them."
I bring my hand to the back of his neck. It feels damn good to touch him. I need the upper hand again. "What do I mean to you?"
"Can't exactly explain—"
"Then show me."
That, he understands. He unbuttons his shirt and shrugs if off his shoulders.
I unzip my jeans and slide them to my knees. "I need you. Do you need me?"
"Always."
He presses his lips to mine. Maybe he can't explain it either. That's okay. I don't need words to show him how I feel about him.
My feelings pour into my kiss.I want you. I need you. I love you.Everything I can't say.
I've got no patience today. I drag my hands over Tom's shoulders and down his chest. He's so hard, so strong, so safe. My hands go for his jeans but I need to keep this slow. To keep it making love.
There's the thinnest layer of perspiration on his skin. He's worked up for me. I slide my tongue into Tom's mouth. Dig my hands into his hair. He slides my panties off my feet. Unbuttons his jeans. Breaks our kiss to whisper in my ear.
"I'll make this fast." Tom slides his arms around my hips, bringing me to the edge of the counter. His eyes go wide as he aligns our bodies.
His expression is damn beautiful. The desire as his cock nudges against my sex. The relief as he fills me.
God he feels good. The intensity threatens to break my silence. The words form on my lips, demanding my attention. When I can't take it anymore, I kiss him hard and deep.
He's just as needy. I can feel it in the way his tongue slides against mine. The way his fingers press against my hips. The way he thrusts into me with long, slow movements.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders for support and press my chest against his. Our bodies are practically merged. It's not just sex. It can't be. Not with the way he's kissing me, the way he's touching me.
I press my fingers into his skin, soaking in all of him that I can. My lungs don't fill until our kiss breaks. His eyes catch mine and I know I won't be able to look away until we're finished.
It's just as hard to breathe with him staring into my eyes.
Everything else fades away. The world is Tom. His soft skin. His hard muscles. His ragged breath. His deep groans. All the pleasure and affection in his gorgeous green eyes.
Pleasure builds in my core. More and more until it commands me to close my eyes, to look away, to do anything to temper the emotions welling up inside me. I fight it.
