Page 603 of Rock Me All Night
I actually giggle. I want him so much. I want every single piece of him.
I close my eyes and soak in the warmth of his breath on my neck, the hardness of his chest against my back, the comfort of him guiding me through playing the instrument.
"You have a favorite song?" he asks.
"You can teach me the bass line to any song?"
"If you give me fifteen minutes to look it up."
"Really?"
He nods. "You like pop music. The bass parts are pretty simple. Can't teach you to playHysteriaorYYZ."
"What about one of your songs?"
He nips at my ear. "Pick your favorite."
"I don't have one."
"Jess, that hurts. My ego is shattering."
"It is not."
"No, it's not." He presses his lips against my neck.
Again, I'm floating. It's like I've been let out of a cage.
I ignore my inhibitions completely. "How about the one you're working on?"
"Your wish is my command."
He takes me through the bass riff, one note at a time. I'm a hopelessly slow learner, but Pete is endlessly patient. We go through the riff a dozen times before he pulls his hands away.
"Try it," he whispers in my ears.
"I've already forgotten it."
"Try anyway."
His voice is steady and reassuring. Okay. I'll try anyway. I close my eyes and let my fingers do the thinking for me.
The deep sound of the bass fills the room. I'm actually playing the riff. It's a crawl compared to the tempo of the song, but I'm doing it.
I squeal with glee when I get to the end. "It worked." I shift off his lap so I can look him in the eyes. "I can't believe it."
He smiles. "You're a natural."
"Will you teach me the whole song?"
"It gets tricky. I'll teach you something easier. You like The Beatles?"
"I guess they're okay."
He chuckles. "Okay. We'll go for something a little more grunge. How aboutSmells Like Teen Spirit?"
I bite my lip. "Okay."
He smiles the widest smile in the history of the world. "Ready to drop out of school and drive around in a van playing gigs?"
