Page 532 of Rock Me All Night
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Asoft breezeblows over my arms. It's still warm. The city lights blur together as I take shaky breaths. I've never been this nervous before.
The door pulls open and Pete steps onto the balcony. Already, the air feels several degrees warmer.
How can I want him this badly?
I barely know him.
He pulls the door closed behind him, and slides his hands over my hips.
Then he smiles and everything else fades away.
His hands go to my shoulders. They slide over the straps of my pastel pink dress, over the backline and neckline until one finds the zipper that runs parallel to my spine. He leans in close enough to whisper. "Turn around."
My sex clenches. His voice is deep and commanding. I want to comply.
I turn around. My back arches as a sigh escapes my lips. My thoughts fade away. Until the only thing I can feel is the tingle of anticipation.
Pete unzips my dress and slides the right strap off my shoulder. Then the left. The fabric collects at my waist.
His hands skim my hips, under the dress, just over the thin satin fabric of my thong. Then they're on my ass, on my bare skin. "Your ass is fucking fantastic."
My cheeks flush. "Thank you."
His fingers dig into my flesh. Then they're on my hips again, playing with the straps of my thong. "Look at me."
I turn so we're face to face. His expression is intense with desire.
It does something to me, the way he's looking at me. Makes it even harder to stand.
He moves closer, pinning me to the wall with the weight of his body.
Dammit, that feels so good I can barely breathe.
My eyelids flutter closed. I soak in the sweet sensation of his fingertips on my bare skin.
I barely know him. We're in a semi-public space. We might get caught. Right now, that doesn't matter. Right now, the only thing that matters is his hands on my skin.
His lips press against my neck. He kisses his way to my ear. My cheek. My lips. I rise to my tip toes, pressing my body against his.
He's hard. I can feel him through his jeans.
From the feel of things, he's massive.
I arch my back to rub my crotch against his. There's too much fabric in the way. It's not enough.
I groan as he slides his hand down my back.
He catches my lower lip with his thumb. The touch is intimate. Delicate.
I stare back at him as he drags his thumb over my lips. Then the digit is in my mouth. I press my tongue against the soft pad, sucking like I'm sucking him off.
He groans a delicious low throaty groan.
Pete pulls his hand to his side. "Close your eyes."
I do.
