Page 41 of The Roommate Problem
“You said we needed something?”
Needed something? All she needed was him inside her in the next five—oh, right! They did need something.
“Condoms,” she panted out, suddenly unable to catch her breath as his hand started caressing her breast again. “I’ve got some in my room.”
“Hmmmm.” He continued the assault on her senses as he spoke. “I love a woman who’s prepared, but as down as I am for this, there is no way I am having sex in that trash heap you call a bedroom. I’ve got condoms in my room.”
“Hey!” She smacked him on the ass. Mostly because she wanted to feel his ass. Nice. You could bounce a quarter off that thing. She’d have to try that later. “Do you often insult the woman you’re intimate with?”
“I didn’t insult you; I insulted your room.” He pulled back to stare in her eyes, the grin on his face so wide, she could see those delicious dimples. “Besides, your bed is a full. I have a queen in my bedroom, and we’re going to need the space.”
She swallowed hard. “We are?”
“Oh yeah, Sunshine. We are.”
“Oh, so you can dole out nicknames, but I can’t?”
His hands moved down to her ass, holding and squeezing as he moved them off the wall and headed down the hallway toward his bedroom. Wow. She’d never had a man carry her like this before. They often wanted to because she was so short and they got off on being the big strong man or whatever, but she didn’t really go for that damsel in distress type thing. But with August, she didn’t feel weak. She felt powerful, like a goddess, and he was put on this earth only to worship at her feet, attend to her every desire.
Yes, please!
“How about you give me a new nickname in the morning?”
“In the morning?”
She glanced up at him as he gently placed her down on his large, comfy bed. Dang, this thing was plush. What did he have on here, some kind of cloud-filled mattress pad?
“The morning.” He nodded, placing one knee on the bed beside her as he crawled up her body like a tiger approaching its prey. “Let’s see if I can erase ‘grumpy’ and earn a more…desirable adjective.”
She had no doubt he could. Her mind was currently conjuring up several, in fact. Sexy, tantalizing, arousing, breathtaking, scintillating…the list went on.
“May I?” he asked, indicating her top that had somehow maneuvered its way all the way down to her waist and now sat above her leggings like a fluffy belt.
“Please do.”
He grabbed the garment, tugging it down further. Since the material was very stretchy, she accommodated by lifting her hips off the mattress. August slid the shirt over her butt and down her legs and off her body completely. He did the same with her leggings, asking permission before he slowly relieved her of the shiny fabric, leaving her in nothing but her red silk thong. Not her most comfortable pair of underwear, but her mermaid leggings left terrible panty lines if she wore anything else. And right now, with the way August was eating her up with his eyes, they were quickly becoming her favorite pair. Mega wedgie or not.
“Wow.” The word left his lips on an exalted breath.
The towel was still firmly wrapped around his hips. Though his good bits—no, amazing bits—were covered, it didn’t mean she didn’t have a plethora of eye candy to gawk over herself. August Porter was a beast. Mo liked men in any form, skinny, fluffy, tall, short, didn’t matter to her as long as they were nice and funny. But August? She’d never seen a man so beautiful. He had muscles, cut and defined. The standard abs, pecs, and that mouthwatering V thing guys had at their hips that pointed straight down to their…but that wasn’t what made the man so eat-him-up yummy.
Maybe it was the light dusting of body hair in that rich auburn coloring or the smattering of freckles across his chest that was just begging her tongue to play connect the dots. Or maybe it was those damn dimples that caused her heart to skip a beat every time he flashed them at her. Whatever magic this man had, all of it combined to make him the most devastatingly handsome man Mo had ever known.
And she got to take him to bed tonight.
Lucky her!
August was still staring, so Mo decided to take some initiative. The night only lasted so long, and she wanted to enjoy every minute of the darkness. Hooking her thumbs in the tiny strip the underwear dared to call a waist, she shimmied her hips and pulled the thong off, dropping it in the pile of her discarded clothing on the edge of the bed.
August’s nostrils flared, eyes eating up every inch of what she had just revealed. He sat back on his heels, staring, one hand pushing her heap of a former outfit off the bed into a messy pile on the floor. She chuckled to see him do something so un-August-like.
“Don’t you want to fold those and place them neatly on the dresser?”
“Shhhhh.” He held a finger up to his lips, eyes still focused on her. “I can’t find the energy to care about anything else when I’m staring at a goddess.”
Oh, oh wow. That was probably the most romantic thing a man had ever said to her. She better be careful or she might break her promise and start falling for August. And then what would she do?
All thoughts fled when August’s hand covered her, thumb gently stroking over her in a lazy pattern that was driving her wild.
