Page 437 of Rock Me All Night
"No word yet." He places his hands on my hips, guiding me. "As soon as I hear, I'll book us a limo to the airport."
"A limo?"
He nods. "I'd explain, but it's at least a three."
Warmth fills my belly as I laugh. It's easy being with Tom. Like nothing else in the world can hurt me.
I roll my shoulders to loosen my muscles. "Okay, Master Roller Skater, let's do this."
"Let's do this, what?"
"Please."
He groans.
* * *
We spendthe better part of an hour making slow laps around the rink. By the sixth or seventh, I can skate without his hands on my hips or my hand on the railing. Tom tries and fails to teach me how to spin. I fall on my ass over and over again. Between the squishy floor and the way his eyes light up as my legs spread, it's hard to complain.
One more try. I hold onto his hand and attempt to twirl. No go. My left leg trips over my right. Again, I fall. This time, I land in Tom's arms.
He adjusts my balance. "You this willing to try new things when you're naked?"
"I'm not usually willing to try things."
"Why not?"
"Too much risk of getting hurt."
"What's different?"
"You." I press my body against his. "I want to do everything with you. Sexually or otherwise."
"You're stroking my ego pretty hard, kid."
A laugh escapes my lips. "I love when you call me that."
"You asked me to stop."
"Because you hurt me, Tom, running without an explanation. I didn't want a term of endearment if you were going to turn off your affection at the drop of a hat."
"It wasn't anything about you. It's me... Nobody has ever cared about me."
I stare back at Tom. "There are probably a thousand girls in love with you."
"With my stage persona, sure. Who wouldn't love that guy? He's rich, cocky, talented as fuck. Hot as hell. But that's not me. Not all of me."
"I care about you."
"Now."
"Why would I stop?"
He looks away. "You'll get tired of me. Realize I'm not that playful guy who can show you the world. That I've got my own shit to deal with."
I shake my head. "You're already showing me the world."
I stare deeply into Tom's gorgeous green eyes. There's a sadness in them. But of course there is. He's still waiting to hear if his mom is going to live or die.
