Page 674 of Rock Me All Night
I run my fingers over the tattoo again. "It's a very nice body."
He smiles.
"It's mine now. You marked it for me."
"Yeah. And for Katniss."
"This is so much better than my name." I stare back into his eyes. "Can we stop talking now?"
"Fuck yes." His hands go to my ass. "Which room is yours?"
I point to my door.
In one smooth motion, he lifts me into his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist, holding on tight.
Pete kicks my door open. He lays me on the bed. It's small but that only means we're pressed closer together.
There's no patience in his kiss. Or in mine. I'm greedy about exploring his mouth with my tongue. About pulling his shirt over his head and pressing my palm against his chest.
He shimmies out of his jeans and boxers then does away with my tank top and shorts. I'm naked. I'm pretty sure my door is halfway open but I don't give a flying fuck.
His hand slides between my legs. "You're already wet, baby."
I nod. "No teasing today. I need you inside me."
"Need to be inside you."
He shifts our positions so he's flat on his back and I'm on top of him.
No teasing, no patience. I press my hands against his chest and position my body on top of his.
Pete's hands go to my hips. His eyes are locked on mine, filled not just with lust but with love too.
No teasing, he pulls my body over his, pushing his cock deep inside me.
My body cries out with relief. Pete is mine. I'm his.
It's perfect.
I ride him until I'm panting and dripping with sweat. Every inch of my body is on fire with pleasure. Is it possible to feel an orgasm in your soul? This one is hitting somewhere deep.
"You ready to come, baby?" He brings his hand to my inner thigh.
"If I can come with you."
"Fuck yeah." He rubs my clit with his thumb. His other hand goes between my shoulder blades, pulling our bodies closer.
My God, those fingers. He loves me and he has magic fingers. And he's mine.
I cry out his name as I come. He's there a few moments later. His lips lock on mine, all the love and affection in the universe pouring back and forth between us.
He stays inside me as he pulls us onto our sides.
I nestle my back against his chest, soaking in the sound of his breath and his heartbeat.
"I still have to deal with everything with my dad," I whisper.
"I'll hold your hand the whole time."
