"Not yet, kid. That will take us all the way up to an eight." He shifts, bringing our bodies to a roller rink appropriate distance.
"I've never... no one has ever done that to me."
He lets out a low groan. He brings his mouth to my ear. "It's like this. Only—" He slides one hand under my skirt and presses his palm against me.
My sex clenches with anticipation.
The warmth of his breath sends shivers down my spine. He sucks on my earlobe. Gently. Then harder. Then he's scraping his teeth against it. His tongue slides over the outside of my ear. Then just inside its first curve.
Holy shit. That's going to be intense.
Tom brings his hand back to my waist. He shows my other ear the same attention. Then his lips are on my neck, sucking and nibbling and kissing with that same perfect finesse. When he finally releases me, I'm panting.
This is a family place. I can't jump his bones right here. No matter how badly my body is begging me to unzip his jeans.
Skating. I am skating. I am not fucking Tom in public in front of forty or fifty witnesses.
I pick up my foot. Place it down. I'm more stomping than skating. With my next step, I glide. The motion is smooth. Like how seamlessly our bodies fit together—
Shit. I stumble, landing on my hands and knees. It's not too bad.
Tom kneels next to me. He smiles and brushes my hair away from my eyes. "What happened to your concentration?"
"This guy who likes to torture me by getting me all worked up and making me wait."
"He sounds hot."
"Pretty hot."
"Pretty?" Tom helps me to my feet.
"Incredibly hot." I look into his eyes. "But he's far too aware of it."
"Vanity is one of the worst traits a person can have."
I laugh. "Besides arrogance?"
"Of course." He slides his arms around my waist. "Is he nosy too?"
"Very."
"Why is it that you put up with him?"
I press my hand against Tom's stomach. "I'm using him for his body."
"I'm sure he understands, being that obsessed with his appearance." Tom smiles.
I press my lips into his. He pulls me closer, kissing back with intensity and warmth. This is one hell of a good time, but it's also more.
His feelings pour into me. They're everything.
He pulls back and plants a kiss on my forehead. "At this rate, we're going to miss the flight."
"Is there any word on that?"
"Don't pretend like you aren't aware of everything that happens in my jeans."
"Mr. Steele, I'm not sure what you're referring to. A lady never gawks." I take a few skate-steps.
