Page 89 of Rock Me

"Humph, exactly!” She throws her hands up in the air.

I’m no more informed than I was a minute ago. She just stands there, fuming, but refusing to look at me. I touch the side of her cheek, hoping it’ll make her look up at me.

"Hey… Emmie, what's going on?"

"Do you... do you not find me attractive?" She fidgets with the hem of her dress, her voice soft and quiet.

My brain goes from confusion to completely blank. Like it can't even process her words.

"What in the world?"

"Well, do you?" She finally lifts her eyes and meets mine.

"Of course, I do!!"

"Then why don't you want to have sex with me?"

My mouth drops open and for a moment I think I’m hallucinating. Did she just say what i think she says?

"Say that again."

"Why. Don't. You. Want. To. FUCK. Me??!" She repeats, with a slight change in words for emphasis, the anger returning to her voice.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I choke.

Her eyes narrow and her hands brace on her hips. She looks so angry and strong and sexy and feminine and I'd fuck her right now if I wasn't trying to figure out what is going on in her brain.

"Why in the world would you think that?"

"Because... you haven't!"

"Oh my god." I let out a guffaw. She IS crazy. "You are one crazy woman,” I splutter, still unable to really understand where this is all coming from.

Her eyes narrow even more. Guess that comment didn't help.

I notice a crowd starting to form around us but I don’t fucking care.

I grab her by the shoulders so she can’t look away, and she looks just as pissed off as she did before.

"Why, on God's holy earth, would you think that I'm not attracted to you?" I shake my head, the words coming out of my mouth sounding so ridiculous even as I'm saying them.

"I thought you would've wanted to… have sex with me by now,” she says, with a small shrug.

"Oh my god. Noémie, sweet, sexy, drive me fucking crazy Noémie," I pull her in against me, so close she has to tip her head almost all the way back to look up at me. "I want you so much I feel like my veins are filled permanently with cement, my whole body hard, stiff... for you. I want you so bad, I can't even look at you most of the time, in case I can't control myself and have to have you right there and then, wherever it is, at PT, on the plane, in a cab on the fucking L.A. freeway, in the middle of a crowded casino...”

"You.."

"I'm not done. I want you so much I can barely function. I want you so much... that nothing will take the place of my cock inside you. Do you know, I haven't cum in three months since my accident? I thought after I took my arm casts off, I'd be making up for lost time, but I don't want to orgasm, unless it's inside you. I want you so bad, that I've stayed up whole nights thinking about every little thing I want to do to you and in what order. Firstly, I'm going to peel off every layer of your clothing, because I'm sick of imagining what you look like naked. I want to see it with my own eyes... and touch it with my own fingers. Secondly, I want to trace your nipples with my tongue, until they get so hard and wet, that you beg me to take it into my mouth. And even then, I won't stop.”

“Thirdly..."

I stop as she places a finger against my mouth.

"Stop talking."

"But..."

"No. Stop talking. Stop talking… and start doing."