Page 516 of Rock Me All Night
My hand digs into his thigh, into the fabric of his jeans. Heat collects between my legs.
But he pulls back. It's nothing. Barely more than a peck.
I want more.
I want him kissing me again, kissing me like he means it.
A lightness spreads through my chest. It's a terrifying thought—asking him to go home with me—but it's exhilarating too.
Alexandra blushes and runs back to her nanny.
He shifts back into his seat. "You made her day."
"Youmade her day." I play with my spoon, stirring the melting chocolate into the melting ice cream. "My friend back home, Kathryn, she has a lot of boyfriends. A new one every few months. Once I asked her why and she said 'the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.'"
"I'd rather be on top."
My cheeks flush. "Really?"
He nods. "I can list my favorite positions if you'd like."
He smiles, reveling in my nervousness.
God, it's hot today. I shift into the shade but that puts me six inches from Pete. It doesn't help cool me down.
"Your friend sounds like Miles, our singer." Pete shakes his head. "You'd like him. He was going to be a lawyer."
"He's the one who tattooed his girlfriend's name on his chest?"
Pete sticks his tongue out in distaste. "You secretly a stalker fan?"
"My sister cried for a week."
"I thought I was her favorite." He winks. "Don't tease me like this, Jess. You're going to wound my fragile ego."
"Would you get a tattoo of a woman's name?"
"No." He leans towards me. "You have any tattoos?"
"None."
"Mine, I felt them, here—" He presses his palm against his chest, over his heart. "Knew I needed them. Felt it in my soul."
"You didn't feel your ex in your soul?"
"Never." His eyes cloud with something I can't place. His gaze goes to the grass, his brow furrowing with concentration. Then he's looking at me again. "You know all this gossip because your sister is a fan?"
"Yeah."
He raises a brow, assessing the veracity of my claim. He must believe me because he nods. "You want to make her jealous?"
"We're not on speaking terms."
"Why?"
"That's personal." My stomach tenses. I want to stop thinking about her. I want my old life to feel like it's three thousand miles away.
He pulls his phone from his pocket. "You don't need to speak to her for this. You just need to trust me."
