Page 231 of Rock Me All Night
My fingers hit plastic. That must be it. I pull the bottle from my purse, align the child safety symbols, and pop off the top.
Drew sits next to me. "Let's skip the part where you lie and say you're okay."
I pop two Advil and down half my glass of water. "I have a headache."
"Where?"
I point to the back of my neck.
"Turn around."
I do.
Drew drags his fingertips up my back. He tugs at the collar of my shirt and traces its outline all the way to my chest.
He leans closer, so his breath is on my neck. Somehow, that dulls the awful throbbing.
He undoes the top button of my shirt. Then the next. The next. His fingertips skim the fabric of my bra and all the nerves in my body turn on at once.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"Besides feeling you up?"
I swallow hard. "Yeah."
His fingertips trace their way up my blouse until they meet at the back of my collar. He rolls the shirt down so it's at my waist. He pulls my bra straps off my shoulders.
All that need for an explanation vanishes. I don't give a flying fuck what he's doing as long as he keeps doing it.
His hands settle at the edge of my neck and he rubs my shoulders.
I let out a low moan. That awful crick in my neck melts away. The throbbing in the back of my head dulls until it's barely a whimper. And then he rubs my neck and any remnants of pain are gone.
All I know is how good his hands feel.
How much I want them on my body.
On every part of my body.
"Should we take it from the top?" He presses his thumb against the place where my neck and shoulders meet. "You tell me what's wrong. I get my hands under your bra."
"I like the second part of that."
"Unfortunately, I can't do anything to change the order."
"Don't you find it inappropriate to feel up a girl after she pours her heart out?"
His voice drops an octave. "You don't want me touching you?"
"Don't say stupid things."
He mumbles some kind of affirmation and rubs me a little harder. No wonder all those flirty fans giggle over jokes about his skilled hands. These things are magic.
I close my eyes and relax into Drew's massage. He's quiet for a long time. There's nothing in the room except the sound of our breath.
And then he stops. He drags his fingertips down my shoulders and sides. "If you don't talk to me, I'm not going to touch you."
Quite the card he's holding there.
