Page 392 of Rock Me All Night
"You were drunk."
"That's no excuse." He looks me in the eyes, confident and sure of himself. "I want to do this platonic friends thing. Pretty sure it doesn't involve you thinking about my cock as often as you do."
"Maybe you should stop talking about it then."
He nods. "Sure. You'll have to lead the way. Tell me if I'm crossing the line. Or being an asshole." He offers his hand to shake. "Deal?"
The lights turn off and a preview flashes on screen. Okay. Two and a half hours to divert my attraction to another hot man. Brad Pitt, I need you to step it up here. Take me back to my teenage fantasies.
I take Tom's hand and shake. "Deal."
* * *
Brad Pitt fails me.
He's sexy as hell, all sweaty and ripped. Even battered and bruised, the man is one hot piece of ass.
But he has nothing on Tom.
Nothing on the way my body, as Tom so aptly put it, lights up when his fingers brush my wrist as we wrestle over the armrest. On the way my stomach flutters when I go for the soda and grab Tom's thigh instead. On the tension that builds in my core when Tom goes for the chocolate covered raisins and gets the edge of my skirt.
It's innocent.
An accident.
Nothing.
But there's no convincing my body. By the time the credits roll, I'm antsy and flushed. What possessed me to wear a skirt? This would be much less painful in a pair of jeans. Very thick jeans with leggings underneath them. And a pair of long johns for extra padding between his fingers and my skin.
The lights turn on. "Excuse me. Ladies room." I practically jump out of my seat.
The bathroom is the same clean, white place. I stare at the girl in the mirror and try to think up another pep talk. Tom's intentions are clear. He's trying. Platonic friends? I'm there. I'm capable. I'm not melting under the weight of my desire.
A few splashes of cool water do little to dampen the heat building inside me. At least I have a convenient excuse. I'm desperately turned on by shirtless Brad Pitt and his macho need to beat people to a pulp. Yes, there's nothing I adore more than a man who turns to violence to soothe the pain in his soul.
In the lobby, Tom talks to another pretty twenty-something. This one has dark hair and an intense expression in her eyes. She's more polite than a lot of his admirers. She doesn't paw at him or run her hands over his gorgeous exposed forearms. She doesn't trace the lines of his tattoo or stare at the hint of taut stomach between the bottom of his t-shirt and the top of his low-rise skinny jeans.
He spots me and says goodbye to the fan. That cues the grabbing. He smiles politely but there's irritation in his eyes. He hides it well. Better than I did working at the camera shop. The girl pulls out her cell to take a selfie with Tom.
He mugs it up for the camera. But still, she grabs at him.
Okay. I'll cut in. I cross to Tom, slide my arm around his waist and look at him withfuck meeyes. "Baby, I've been waiting for you." I extend my hand to the girl. "Willow Wayne. Tom's girlfriend."
Her jaw drops. "But you always say that there's no sense in limiting yourself to one woman..."
"He always said a lot of things." I run my hand through Tom's hair the way the redhead did.
He leans into my touch, his lips curling into an expression of pleasure. Real or is he faking for the sake of the annoying fan girl? Hard to tell, but I like his expression. I drag my fingertips through his hair, down his neck, over his ears.
His eyes flutter closed. He practically purrs. So his ears are the spot. I make a mental note. There's a perfect space for it next tohis cock is piercedunderthings you shouldn't know about your platonic friends.
"Yeah." He slides his arm around my waist, playing it up for the girls' sake. "Willow's great. We're madly in love. And it's about time we go back to the hotel and fuck until she comes so many times she begs me to stop."
She's some mix of star struck and dumbstruck. She nods for a moment, then her eyes fill with envy.
Tom presses his lips against my neck. For me or for the girl? Hard to say. Either way, my body is desperate for him to continue.
