Page 72 of Rock Me All Night
"No." I lean into his touch. "Keep going."
"After you pick a movie."
I'm not doing anything with him touching me. I close my eyes, squeezing the remote to contain myself. He runs his fingers over my chest, holding my body against his.
"We can watch whatever," I say.
"Mhmm." He sucks on my earlobe. "You pick."
"You're going to make fun of me."
"You're not going to pay attention to the movie, anyway. You pick."
His teeth scrape against my earlobe as he squeezes my nipples. I can't contain it anymore. I groan and press my body into his.
"Miles..."
"I'm not familiar with a movie by that name."
He's trying to kill me. There's no other reasonable explanation.
He brings his lips to my neck and pulls me onto his lap. Then his hands are on my boxers, well, his boxers. He pulls them to my knees.
"Miles… you can't… don't tease me…"
"Me, tease? Never." He sinks his teeth into my neck and pulls the boxers off my hips.
"I don't care about a movie."
"I know."
He strokes my inner thighs with a light touch. He gets closer, closer, closer. I throw my head back and relax my body into his. Movies are stupid. Movies are so much less amazing than this.
I lift my arms and Miles pulls my t-shirt, his t-shirt, over my head. I'm on his lap, naked, in the middle of the living room, the stupid TV still waiting for my movie selection.
No way in hell I'm selecting a movie now.
He grabs my wrist and plants my hands on the couch, right outside his thighs. His lips find my neck again. He sucks on my skin. Desire spreads to my limbs.
He can tease me all he wants if it's going to end like this.
I press my palms into the couch. I'm his plaything, and I'm not about to object to this performance.
He strokes my thighs with a light touch, getting closer, and closer, and closer. He's an inch away from my sex.
He draws zigzags over my thigh with his fingertips. My body hums with desire. Miles's touch is everything I need. The only thing I need.
"I've never cared less about a movie," I say.
"I know."
His breath is warm on my neck, my ear. He sucks on my lobe again. The pressure is intense, and every motion of his tongue sends another shockwave of pleasure through me.
Miles can't give me anything more than sex, but, my God, can he give me sex.
"Touch me," I breathe.
"Good things come to those who wait."
