Page 89 of Rock Me All Night
"And he's quite creative, too," Miles says.
I'm lost. I turn to Miles. "You're going to have to explain this to me."
Miles runs his fingertips along my thighs, right under the hem of my skirt. "Pete is a phone sex devotee."
Pete shrugs, playing sheepish but clearly proud as hell. "You'd both understand if you ever tried taking a relationship on the road." He chuckles. "Or if you ever tried a relationship. Period."
I turn ever so slightly, so I'm looking into Miles's eyes. I still can't place his expression.
Feelings well up in my stomach. Is this what relationships feel like? I have affection for him, I do. I'm just not sure where the line stops. We are friends. We do have sex. But is there more to it than that?
"Jesus, now Miles has to prove he has the skilled hands," Tom says.
Pete shakes his head. "Miles convinces girls he's tortured inside, that he needs them to wipe his pain away."
"Right," Tom says.
Pete chuckles. "He has a mouth and he knows how to use it."
"Is that right, Meg?" Tom asks.
I turn back to them. "My lips are sealed."
Miles whispers in my ear, "Want to get out of here?"
A rush of heat passes through me. I do want to get out of here. I do want Miles to take me home and to drag me to bed. But not like this, not with him guarding all his secrets.
I turn to him the best I can. "Only if you're going to explain what Tom was talking about. Or should I ask him right now?"
Miles grabs my hips and slides me off his lap. We're almost facing each other, and his expression is almost serious. The closest thing to serious I've seen in quite a while.
He nods.
I nod.
And suddenly, this chat with the band is the most boring conversation I've ever been a part of.
* * *
We takea cab to my place, touching instead of talking.
He trails his fingers over my thighs, all the way under my skirt and so, so close, but not quite where they need to be.
My body is at war with my heart. His hands feel so good. His breath feels so good. Hell, his words feel so good, so perfect, so easy.
He wants me. Maybe this is the only way he'll ever want me. Maybe this is as good as it's ever going to get.
But I made our terms for a reason. No secrets, no lies. He's keeping a secret from me.
I can't have that. Not after everything with Rosie.
No matter how badly my body is screaming, begging my brain to take a hike for the rest of the evening, I can't give in.
He slides his hand under the fabric of my top. All that heat rushes through me. I can't bring myself to ask him to stop. I can't even admit I might need him to stop.
Instead I close my eyes and surrender to the sensation he stirs inside me. His hands belong on my body. His lips belong on my skin. It feels so good, the two of us together.
I don't want to give it up.
