Page 455 of Rock Me All Night
"I'm not."
He lets out the most delicious groan.
My mind fills with all sorts of beautiful ideas. How is it I'm tempted to sneak upstairs? I shouldn't be this willing to bend to my body's demands. Not when there's so much at stake.
But damn do I want Tom pressed against me, those delicious groans of his filling my ears as he comes.
Fuck, it's hot in here. Black was a poor choice. Even if this dress is the sexiest thing I own. Even if it's what I was wearing that night when Tom and I had sex and the world finally made sense again.
My cheeks flush. But not from Tom's words or his proximity. No. There's this strange feeling in my stomach. Someone is watching. I scan the room. Sure enough, Kara has her eyes on us. She's talking to an older woman in a suit—must be her mom—but she's looking at us.
She raises a brow.
I shrug, denying whatever it is she's accusing me of.
She turns back to her conversation partner and excuses herself gracefully. Shit, she's walking this way.
Tom nods a goodbye and makes himself scarce. As if that will help dampen the flames of suspicion. Oh well, Kara isn't the type to snitch. Even if her loyalty lies with Drew.
She grabs a plate and fills it with grapes. "You and Tom are hanging out a lot."
I pour myself a large glass of fruit juice. "Why does that fascinate everyone?"
"Tom has never hung out with a girl in his life. Besides me or Meg and that's only when the other guys are around."
I shrug. Nothing to see here except a girl in a slinky black dress and fuck me heels drinking her apple juice.
"I'll be with you guys the rest of the tour." She looks me in the eyes. "Meg too."
"That will be fun."
She leans closer. "I'm on your side. Whatever you're doing and whatever you decide. Drew has gotten better with his, ahem, caveman violence. He has good intentions, but he's especially prone to overreacting when it comes to you."
"Yeah."
"I don't think he'd kill Tom, but it could be ugly if it catches him off guard. Do you understand me?"
"Yes." I understand her, and I understand Pete. I understand that I am somehow responsible for Drew's inability to accept that I am an adult woman with desires. "With all due respect, Kara, Drew freaking out over me having consensual sex is not my problem."
Her eyes turn down. "I'm sorry. You're right. I don't have any siblings. I don't really know how much you guys tell each other." She press her lips together. "I worry about Drew. He gets kinda tense dealing with the celebrity thing for three months straight. I know he doesn't want be that guy everyone else is on edge around."
I will myself to stay righteous, but her concern for Drew is touching.
"As a favor to me, be careful. Tell him before someone else does," she says.
That's a fair enough request. "Okay."
Her eyes go to my chest. Huh? Is my brother's girlfriend checking me out? That's totally bizarre.
"You're brave, getting a tattoo on your chest," she says.
Oh. That makes more sense. "Thank you. It felt right, getting it over my heart."
"It looks great." She lowers her voice. "Can I ask you something completely inappropriate?"
I nod.
"How is Tom? I've always wondered."
