Page 54 of The Roommate Problem
Knowing what she needed, he moved his hand slightly so his palm replaced his thumb and pressed down with a firm but delightful pressure. Her world exploded. She collapsed against the counter with another world class August Porter orgasm. She heard his zipper and the crinkle of the condom wrapper before she felt the blunt head of his erection against her.
“Okay, Sunshine?”
She loved how he always asked, always checked in with her even when she knew he was dying of as much lust as she. August might not think he was sweet, but he was one of the most considerate people she’d ever met.
“Yes, please, August. I need you.”
He pushed inside her. Slowly. What was his deal with slow tonight? Wanting to give as good as she’d gotten, Mo leaned back, taking him all the way in, relishing in the loud groan he let out as she pressed herself against him. He grasped her hips, holding her to him as he thrust in and out, his pace frantic and much better than the slow torture he’d given her earlier.
Scratch that. Every pace August set was amazing. She just really liked it when he lost his cool and collected control.
It wasn’t long before she was flying again, crying out with her release. August found his moments later, pulling her down to the floor with him as both their legs wobbled. She sat on his lap, a satisfied smile so wide it hurt her cheeks, but she didn’t care. She felt too damn good right now.
Some of the sink water had splashed over in their enthusiasm. The sponge had fallen to the floor beside her discarded top and bra. The sight made her laugh.
“Looks like our attempts to clean up just made a bigger mess.”
His lips pressed against her temple. “You’re worth a little mess, Sunshine.”
“Careful there, big guy. You keep saying such wonderful things and I just might fall in love with you.”
She felt his entire body stiffen. Shoot. She’d been going for playful, but obviously that had been the wrong thing to say. All the warm fuzzies from a few seconds ago vanished. Her post-orgasm glow died as August gently moved her off him and stood. He took care of the condom and tucked himself back into his pants before he spoke.
“You remember this is just sex, Moira. Right?”
Forgoing her bra, she grabbed her shirt and tugged it over her head as she stood to face August. “Duh. Lighten up, Gus Gus. It was a joke.”
He didn’t appear convinced. She choked down the tiny ball of hurt because a part of her wasn’t convinced, either. All jokes had an element of truth to them, her nonna had said once. Sometimes people used humor to mask pain or vulnerability.
She might have been accused of that once or twice over the years.
“Relax, August.” She patted his arm, trying her best to blow this whole thing over. “I know it’s just sex. You can’t catch feelings. They’re not a virus.”
He still looked wary but dropped the matter.
She headed into the living room, calling over her shoulder, “Now grab some popcorn and ice cream. I’ve got some standup to binge, and I deserve a treat after eating so healthy for dinner.”
“That’s not how it works,” August said from behind her. “The cauliflower doesn’t cancel out the ice cream, Mo.”
“Less talking, more junk food.” She gave a little wave of her fingers over her shoulder, heading for the couch.
Her body was satisfied, but her head was confused. Her heart…the poor thing didn’t know what it wanted. August was so not who she imagined she’d end up with. They were totally wrong for each other. He could make her so mad sometimes. But he also made her laugh. He made her smile. He made her health food that actually tasted good.
It all rolled into one big ball of messy emotions she didn’t want to deal with right now. And on top of it all was his impending departure, his desire to take Agatha away, and the secret she was keeping from him about his grandmother.
With all those balls up in the air, Mo didn’t know what she was feeling for the man. All she knew was it felt like suspiciously more than just sex. Her stomach cramped with the realization. Falling for August would be such a bad idea.
And she feared this bad decision would either make the greatest story of her life…
Or the worst.
