Page 615 of Rock Me All Night
But he doesn't kiss me. He just stares into my eyes with that penetrating gaze. The one that sees through me.
His voice softens. "Are you gonna make me guess at the truth?"
"No. You know what it is." My eyes meet his. A look of understanding passes between us.
"You have feelings for me."
I nod. "I'm sorry. You've been clear. I can't help it."
"Promise me something, Jess."
"Yeah?" I finally manage to look him in the eyes. All the affection in his expression flows through me. I forget how to breathe.
"Promise you won't apologize for your feelings ever again."
"Why should I promise you anything?"
"Cause you want to get in my pants."
"Do I have to work that hard?"
He nods.
His lips curl into a smile. It does things to me, that smile. He takes my hands, his fingertips skimming my palms.
His gaze is fixed on me. I can feel it, even with my gaze on my thighs.
He has feelings for me too. I know he does. But does he realize it?
He slides his hands around my waist and pulls me into his lap. I squeal, clutching at his shoulders. No way am I falling into that pool.
In one swift motion, he lies on his back and pulls my body on top of his.
The way he's looking at me with affection, the way he finds the tie holding together my French braid, pulls it out, and digs his hands through my hair—he must know what he's doing.
I take a deep breath. I have to ask. "Do you have feelings for me?"
"You really want to know?"
I nod.
"Yeah. I do." He brings his palm to my cheek, running his thumb over my chin with all the affection in the world. "But this isn't going to turn into something forever. Don't want a relationship."
"I know," I whisper.
"And you're okay with that?"
No. Yes. It's confusing.
What the hell am I supposed to do with all these feelings?
I care about him.
He cares about me.
We're sharing things we've never shared with anyone else.
But somehow, this can't be forever.
