Page 567 of Rock Me All Night
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It takes much toolong to register and ride the elevator to our room. The entire time, Pete stays six inches from me. His fingertips graze my wrist, my forearm, the back of my hand. His fingertips are enough to undo me.
The ornate hallway is lit with tiny gold lamps. The carpet and walls are beige. The door to our room is a thick oak thing. Finally, Pete slides the key into the electronic lock. It flashes green. He turns the handle, pulls me inside.
In one swift movement, he pushes me against the closed door. His hand goes to the deadbolt. Locked.
His eyes stay on mine. There's always an intensity to his gaze. Sometimes it's a mystery. Not right now. The desire in his expression is clear as day. There's no pretending. No trying to bend to someone else's will.
He wants me.
I want him.
Everything about it makes sense.
His eyelids flutter closed as he leans in to kiss me. Then my eyes are closed and his lips are on my lips. Mmm. He always tastes damn good.
Feelings rise up in my throat. This is more than want, more than sex. I don't want to fight it anymore. I have feelings for him. How could I not? He's amazing. Funny, sexy, intense, sweet in a strange way.
My thoughts fade away as his tongue slides into my throat. I'm not worried about our gossip mission. I'm not worried about my friends back home, about Madison, about Dad, about school.
When I'm with him, the rest of the world fades away.
His hands go to my hips. He pushes my panties to my knees. I kick them off my feet, spreading my legs to give him easier access.
His fingertips slide up my thigh. Closer, closer, closer. They skim my clit then they're on the other thigh.
The damn tease.
I follow his lead, arching to meet him, kissing back the way he's kissing me, dragging my hands up his arms until I'm at the sleeves of his t-shirt.
When our kiss breaks, I'm panting and desperate. Okay, I can ask for what I want.
"Can we go to the bed now?" That's not fast enough. I need to move things along, need him closer. I reach behind my back to unzip my dress.
Pete watches, transfixed. "Once you're naked."
Mmm. The desire in his eyes makes my sex clench. He makes me feel damn beautiful. I push the straps of my dress off my shoulders. In one swift motion, it falls to my feet. Only the bra left.
I stare back into his gorgeous brown eyes as I unhook it and slide it off my shoulders.
There. I'm naked in front of him. He's seen me plenty by now, but the way he looks at me makes me feel like it's the first time.
I've always been self-conscious about my figure. Even after a year with Nathan, I never felt sexy.
But the way Pete stares at me… I feel like I belong in a national lingerie ad. I feel like the sexiest girl in the whole fucking world.
His hands slide around my hips, settling on my ass. "Legs around me."
I wrap my legs around his hips as he lifts me off the ground. Damn. He's strong. There isn't a hint of strain in his expression.
Pete practically throws me on the bed. The mattress is firm with plenty of bounce. I settle onto the sleek white comforter.
It occurs to me that I should be concerned about the strength of my feelings for him. They go well beyond where they should given the boundaries of our relationship.
But I'm not concerned.
It feels good, letting my feelings flow through me. It feels good, knowing what I want. Sure, it might hurt more later. Odds are good that this will break my heart into a million little pieces. But, right now, I'm not worried. Right now, I'm flying.
