Page 553 of Rock Me All Night
His touch gets harder. Harder. There. It's perfect. I bring both my hands to his shoulders and tug at his crisp black shirt. The fabric catches between my fingers. It's soft. It's practically magnetic.
Pete groans into my mouth.
I groan back, sucking on his tongue as the tension in my core knots tighter and tighter. There isn't a single part of me that wants to hold back.
His next stroke pushes me over the edge. I dig my nails into his skin as I come. My orgasm is intense. I shudder. I barely manage to keep from screaming.
His deep brown eyes fix on me, watching me like I'm a masterpiece.
I hold his gaze for as long as I can. It does something to me. Makes it hard to keep track of my breath.
When I finally get a handle on the whole inhale exhale thing, his lips curl into a smile.
That's the only thing in the universe that matters, his smile.
My heart thuds against my chest. I'm not sure which way is up or down. I can't mix things up. This is sex, no feelings besides desire.
I can't fall for him.
No matter how sweet he is under the don't give a damn exterior, I can't fall for Pete Steele.
My heart can't survive being torn in half again.
He scoops me into his lap. His expression shifts, back to desire. His hands go to my hips, adjusting our positions so I can feel his erection.
Damn, I'm actually considering mounting him right here, in the club, in front of all these people.
My thoughts go straight to my tongue, no stopover in the inhibition part of my brain.
"Can we go back to your place?" I ask.
"Yes." He pulls twenty dollars from his wallet and drops it on the table. "But I don't want to wait until we're back at my place."
* * *
He only waitsa minute and a half, until we're through the back door, in the empty alley.
His hands go to my hips. In one swift movement, he pins me to the wall. It's late, dark, not the best part of town.
None of that matters.
Tomorrow doesn't matter. Potential heartbreak doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is our bodies joining, Pete erasing every heavy thought in my brain.
He's not delicate this time. He nearly rips the zipper as he tugs my dress to my waist.
Immediately, his eyes go to my chest. "You have amazing tits."
"Really?"
"Uh-huh."
My cheeks flush. "I always thought they were a little small."
"No. They're perfect. And this." He slides his thumb into my bra and rubs my nipple until I'm groaning. "That's the best fucking music I've heard in a long time."
My thank you is messy grunt of vowels.
His hips press against mine. I can feel him, how hard he is, how big he is. I arch my hips so my clit rubs against his cock. His jeans and my dress are in the way, but the friction is enough to send shivers up my spine.
