Page 39 of The Roommate Problem
Huh?
Mo blew out a deep breath. “August, before we do this, I should…”
Her mouth snapped shut, brow furrowing. She looked like she was doing complex math equations in her head. Or contemplating cleaning.
“What?”
Her frown smoothed out. “Never mind. It doesn’t concern this.”
Okay. That was weird, but his brain was too focused on getting her naked to wonder too much what she was talking about.
“Now.” She popped back up on her toes, flinging her arms around his neck and bringing her mouth close to his so each word she uttered brushed their lips together in the barest of kisses. “Where were we?”
His arms instinctively wrapped around her waist, tightening and pulling her into him until they were pressed flush against each other. A soft moan escaped her as he pressed his hardness against her stomach. His eyes damn near crossed feeling the softness of her breasts through her silky top crushed against the hardness of his naked chest.
“This is the best worst idea I’ve ever had.”
“Mmmmm, I think you need a few more worst ideas in your life, August.”
He did not agree, but what he did agree with was that he couldn’t fight this anymore. Couldn’t fight her. They were both adults. They knew the situation. Why couldn’t they indulge in their baser instincts and enjoy each other’s bodies? Mo was right. They wouldn’t be roommates forever, so even if this went south, it wasn’t like it would ruin either of their lives.
Just make it uncomfortable for a short time.
But it wouldn’t go bad. Because they’d both agreed to the rules.
“August.”
“Yeah?”
“Stop thinking and kiss me already.”
When she put it like that…
Dipping his head, August closed the infinitesimal amount of space between them, and his head damn near blew off. Kissing Mo was like kissing sunshine. All warmth and happiness. His entire body felt like it’d been lifted and was floating among the clouds. Just from the press of her lips to his.
She gasped, and he took initiative, thrusting his tongue into her mouth only to find hers eagerly waiting. She tasted even better than she felt. Sugary and light, like cotton candy. He felt like he was making out with a pixie from a fairy tale, but one of those darker ones where they trapped the men with sex and killed them.
He had a feeling that with Mo, death would be worth it.
