Page 534 of Rock Me All Night
My hands find their way to the edge of his t-shirt. Then they're under it, on his taut stomach. His skin feels good against my hands, like it's meant for them.
Damn, he's a good kisser. He sucks on my lower lip as he pushes my thong off my hips. The undergarment falls to my feet. I step out of it and kick it away.
I'm half naked on a balcony. With a man I barely know.
I should care. I should be terrified. But I'm not. I want this more than I've ever wanted anything.
Pete breaks our kiss to press his lips against my neck. My shoulder. My chest. Lower. Lower. Lower.
This time, his lips close around my nipple. Pleasure shoots to my core. I sigh with relief as he sucks on me. Soft. Then harder. Harder.
I yelp from the pressure. It doesn't hurt but it's fucking intense.
He moves to my other nipple and does the same. I tug at his black hair, trying to keep my voice down.
His hand slides up my thigh. Closer and closer. My legs shake. I press my back against the wall to keep my balance. It's been too long. I need him touching me.
Almost.
Almost.
There. His fingertips skim my clit. He looks up at me, checking my reaction. I nod a yes. He needs to continue. All of this needs to continue.
He strokes me.
His hands are steady, the pressure light. I arch my back to pull him closer. Deeper. I need more. Need his fingers inside me.
My cheeks flush as I try to force the words to my tongue.
My hands go to his shoulders. "Please… Pete… I want you to… To do what you said."
He flicks his tongue against my nipple. Is he going to make me say it? I let my eyes close. I take a deep breath. Okay… I can do that.
In theory.
I dig my nails into his shoulder. "I want your fingers inside of me."
Immediately, one finger teases my sex. My body sighs with relief. I can do this. Can ask for what I want. Hell, I'm practically dirty talking.
Conscious thought falls away as his finger slides inside of me. I arch my hips, spread my legs wider.
I let his name fall off my tongue.
"God, Pete." I arch my back to drive his fingers deeper. "Please don't stop."
He kisses me hard. His tongue is aggressive, dancing with mine. I groan into his mouth. He needs to know how good this feels.
Tension knots between my legs. I'm close to the edge. About to spill. And kissing him back isn't enough to contain my pleasure. My lips break free of their own accord, part of their own accord.
No thinking. My hips shift, seeking the perfect angle. There. Pete stays in time with my movements, going faster, deeper.
He's tuned to my body, playing me as expertly as he played his fucking bass guitar.
With the next stroke, all the pleasure wells up inside me. I go over the edge, groaning his name as I come. I can't help myself. I don't want to.
When I'm finished, he pulls his hand away.
He keeps me pinned against the wall with his hips. His lips hover over my ear. "My name sounds good on your tongue."
