Page 700 of Rock Me All Night
"That's 3 a.m. in Los Angeles."
"I don't care about that either."
"You drank half a bottle of champagne."
Her smile spreads over her cheeks. She stares back into my eyes. "Are you trying to talk your way out of sex?"
"Fuck no."
"Good." She slides her hand to the back of my neck. "I need to have sex with my husband."
"Fuck, say that again."
"I need to fuck my husband."
I nod. "I need to fuck my wife." I take her hand and plant a soft kiss on the pad of her ring finger. Then I move onto the middle finger. The pointer finger. The pinkie.
The thumb.
"Tom…" Her voice gets needy.
But it's tired too.
I need to do this now. Hell, I want to do this now.
"Remember that day we went to the roller rink?" I ask.
She laughs. "And we had sex in the limo?"
"I was gonna remind you about how we fucked in that empty office. And-" I reach down for the hem of her skirt and push it up her ankles. "That was the first time I had my head between your legs."
"Yeah…" The tiredness drops from her voice. Until it's all needy. "Tom, I…"
"First time anyone ever ate you out."
She nods as I drag my fingertips up the inside of her calf. "It's only two more minutes to the hotel."
I roll down the divider to call to the driver. "Keep driving until I tell you to stop."
"Sure, sir." His voice is even. No doubt, he's used to horny newlyweds.
Willow's chest heaves as I roll up the divider.
She undoes the knot of my tie and pulls it aside. "You look good in a suit."
"Like a nice boy?"
"A nice boy with a cock piercing."
I laugh. "And a sleeve tattoo."
She presses her palm over my hip, the one with the tattoo of her name. "And this." Her eyes meet mine. "You do realize you're looking at the least bad ass person with a chest-piece of all time."
I drag my fingers over the lines of the ink on her chest, that glass heart, broken and bleeding. I hate that she went through all that pain, but I do love the tattoo. It's a scar. A sign she's strong enough to survive anything. A symbol of her reclaiming her body.
God, I really am a cheesy fucker now.
"You're very bad ass." I slide my hands over her shoulders. "Pink hair."
