Page 632 of Rock Me All Night
"Miles is gonna see," I groan. But I'm not really objecting. It makes me hotter, knowing we might get caught.
He presses his thumb against my clit. "You want me to stop, baby?"
Again, my heart pangs. No, no, no. I can't take this anymore. Even if it means I'll be achy and desperate all day. "I asked you not to call me that. Take it back or get the fuck off me."
"You're on me." He pulls his hand to his side.
"Take it back or tell me you mean it, that you really want me to be yours."
His brow knits. His eyes fill with confusion.
For once, he's tongue tied.
I push myself off Pete. It's not fair, having your heart and your body at war. I'm still aching with desire. He's on the couch, hard, his hand wet from me.
I take a step backwards. "Stop teasing, Pete. You know how I feel about you. You're being cruel."
His expression darkens as he turns to the other side of the room. "Yeah."
Yeah?
That's it?
He pushes himself off the couch.
What the fuck? That's not a response.
I take a deep breath. "Why? Why do you keep calling me that?"
He shakes his head and marches off towards the bathroom.
I search the ground floor for another bathroom. There—it's opposite the kitchen. I lock myself in it and I stay busy washing my hands.
This is a whole new level of mixed messages.
He was right. I had no fucking idea how badly he could tease me.
