Page 475 of Rock Me All Night
Tom doesn't look away. He stares back at me, running his fingers along my chin and jaw. He must feel the way I do. That or he's pretending. And I can't even stomach that thought.
He shifts. His pubic bone rubs against my clit.
Yes. I sink my fingers into his skin. "Come with me. Please."
He groans. His lips press against mine and my eyes flutter closed.
My tongue slides into his mouth. My hands dig into his hair. We stay glued together, moans reverberating down our throats. Tension knots inside me. Yes. Almost. I kiss harder. Bring my body closer to his.
His nails dig into my skin. His shoulders shake. I try to hold back my orgasm. It's no use. My sex clenches. Again. Again. Then I'm coming, pulsing around him.
It pulls him closer. Urges him on. He doesn't break our kiss. Only gets more aggressive with his lips and his tongue as he comes. As he fills me.
We stay pressed together for a long moment. My senses shift into focus.
There's no holding back anymore. I can't stop myself from saying it. "Tom, I—"
I'm interrupted by a woman's giggle and the bathroom door swinging open.
Kara.
"Oh, my God." She shrieks.
I grab a towel to cover myself. Tom pulls his jeans on. But it's not fast enough. Kara steps backwards. She trips over something.
Drew's converse clad foot. He looks down at her. "What the—"
Then he’s looking at us.
There's no talking my way out of this. I'm in a towel. Tom is barely in his jeans. He's got that just fucked look about him, and I'm sure I'm no better.
Drew's expression flares with anger. "I'm going to fucking kill you."
