Page 73 of Rock Me All Night
"I hate waiting."
"I know." He sinks his teeth into my neck again just enough to feel amazing. His fingers skim my sex. "Fuck, Meg, how do you get so wet?"
"You."
He groans and sinks his teeth into my neck again. Finally, his fingertips skim my clit. Oh. Hell. Yes. His touch sends sparks through my body. It takes everything I have not to pant.
I arch my back, rocking my hips to press myself against his hand. He strokes me with slow, steady attention. His touch is light and delicate, and every part of me is desperate for him. I can't contain my breath. I can't do anything but surrender to the sensation.
He sinks his teeth into my neck. It's harder now, and every bite amplifies the pleasure building inside me. His touch gets harder, faster, rougher. He rubs my clit with long strokes, his fingers skimming my sex.
He slides a finger inside me. I gasp. It's exactly what I need. Then it's two fingers.
I arch my back to push him deeper. He presses his free hand against my chest, holding my body against his, by back against his chest.
The pressure builds. Almost. It's intense. I didn't think my body had anything left, but I'm almost there again. I take a sharp breath, soaking in the sound of his groans, the feel of his cotton t-shirt against my back.
I'm naked on his lap. I'm about to come. He has all the cards, and I don't give a damn. As long as he keeps touching me, keeps making me feel this good.
My body fills with pleasure. It starts inside me and radiates through my core—to my stomach, hips, chest, thighs, lips. The fire inside me is so intense nothing could ever put it out.
I groan. Almost. Almost. I squeeze the couch as an orgasm rocks through me. Pleasure spreads all the way to my fingers and toes.
He holds me close for a while. Until my breath returns to normal. Until I almost believe I could walk.
His lips press against my neck. "Did that help you decide on a movie?"
"Shut up."
"That's no way to thank the man who made you scream so loudly you almost broke the glass."
"Don't be cocky," I murmur.
"If you promise to stay that loud. I like it." He helps me off the couch and takes my hand. "Come on. I have something to show you."
I follow him upstairs. He opens a bedroom door flips on the lights.
It occurs to me that, once again, I'm naked and he's fully dressed. Somehow, I'm not bothered. I love the way he looks at me like he wants to consume me. It makes me feel powerful and desirable.
He points to a bookshelf. "Notice anything?"
Holy shit. There are three or four dozenStar Warsnovels here.
"You're a nerd," I say.
"Our secret." He slides his arm around my waist. "I have a reputation to maintain."
I nod. Miles told me a secret. We have a secret. Besides the whole friends-with-benefits thing. It's not a big secret, but it feels personal.
My lips curl into a smile. "You care what other people think of you."
"Everyone does."
"But you act like you don't. You act like nothing could ever hurt you."
"You know that isn't true."
I slide my hand around his waist and look into his eyes. "Tell me another secret."
