Free Torn to Pieces (The Boys of DownCrash #2) (new adult contemporary romance / rockstar romance) by London Casey

you to be there, completely.  I want you to be, with me. I want you to feel it, enjoy it, and remember for the rest of your life.”
    My jaw dropped again.  I wanted Tatum so bad.  My right hand finally found courage and I touched him, at his shoulder, pulling at his shirt.  Tatum growled like he did the night before and rolled towards me.  A second later he was on top of me, our noses close to touching.
    “I want you to remember it every second... every time you breathe...”
    My lips quivered.  I swallowed and then smiled.  “So you think you’re going to get me in bed?”
    Tatum looked around.  “We are in bed.”
    My hand slipped behind his neck and I tried to pull but Tatum resisted.
    “Don’t do this again,” I said.  “Tatum...”
    “Maggie,” he said, my name sounding so beautiful coming from his lips.  “Don’t push me.”
    “What if I do?  What if I want to?”
    Tatum lowered his lips to mine and we shared a short kiss.  He was then off me, still staring at me, something burning from within him. 
    “You were really drunk last night,” Tatum said.  “You tried to strip yourself...”
    “I know, I’m sorry about that.”
    “I don’t know if I exactly agree with being sorry,” Tatum said with a smile, “but you did put me in a bad spot.  A beautiful girl took her clothes off and I had to stop her.”
    “You shouldn’t have.  I’d remember everything.  I know I would have.”
    “So, you remember everything then?” Tatum asked.
    There was a teasing glance floating through his eyes.  I suddenly started to think harder than ever, wondering if I had said or done something.  Tatum didn’t give any other hint so I finally nodded, knowing I was potentially lying.
    “Okay,” Tatum said.  “You remember everything.  I believe you.”
    “Do you?”
    “Do you want to see if it hurts?” Tatum asked.
    His face was serious, mind wasn’t.
    Do you want to see if it hurts?
    “What...”
    “Thought you remembered everything,” Tatum teased.  “It’ll only take a few seconds.”
    “If it hurts,” I said.  I thought about DownCrash.  I thought about playing drums.  I thought about everything. 
    Then I realized maybe it was being tortured, wanting something so bad and not getting it.  He had to endure his own urges all night because I was drunk.  But that didn’t make complete sense because I suffered too.  All I wanted was to wake up and find my body still tingling, still throbbing thanks to Tatum.
    “Show me,” I finally said.  “Show me what hurts, or whatever.”
    “Or whatever?” Tatum asked.  “Maggie...”
    “Hurry up before I change my mind,” I said.
    “Roll to the other side for a minute,” Tatum ordered.
    I listened, tempted to look over my shoulder, but I didn’t.  I waited.  I felt one of his hands touched my shoulder and I gritted my teeth to keep from letting out a groan.  His fingers drew lines down my back to the bottom of my shirt.  I then felt his fingers touch my bare back.
    “No, that doesn’t hurt,” I said.
    “Good,” Tatum said.  “Enjoy this while you can...”
    The words made my body shudder.  I ached everywhere thanks to Tatum.  His hand continued up my back and finally came to rest at my bra.  One of his fingers ran left to right along the clasp.  I thought about saying something, maybe teasing him and asking if he knew how to take a bra off, but I didn’t have a chance.  With the twist of his fingers, my bra was undone.
    Oh... fuck...
    Tatum was beautiful.  Brilliant.  My breasts pushed forward, finally having relief.  Between my legs was as wet as the night before.  Everything was tender and when I felt Tatum’s fingertips touching the back of my arm, I finally let out a moan as I moved my arm.
    He wanted to reach around me.
    “Are you sure, Maggie?” he whispered. 
    “Yes,” I said, still unsure what I had agreed to.
    Tatum’s body came closer to mine.  He rested his chest near the top of my head.