Page 598 of Rock Me All Night
The ride passes quickly. Then we're home, going inside, in his room, in his bed.
He peels off my glasses and sets them aside. Then my shoes. My dress. My bra and panties.
I watch him strip to his boxers. The moonlight falls over his body in such a flattering way, but lust isn't what's stirring inside me.
He climbs into bed next to me. Again, he pulls my body into his, my back against his chest. It's so intimate, the skin on skin contact.
His fingertips trail over my hips. "I still owe you one today."
I shake my head. "Just hold me. Please."
"You sure?"
"Positive." I nestle into his body. "I… I'm not pretending anymore. I really do care about you."
He undoes my French braid and runs his fingers through my hair. "I know."
I don't ask how much he cares about me. I know he does. The way he acted with Aiden, the way he's holding me now—that's not pretend.
