Page 42 of The Roommate Problem
“August!”
“Yes, Sunshine?”
“That feels amazing.”
“You feel amazing,” he countered.
After that, she was unable to talk as the man bent his head down to lavish attention to her breasts again as his hand worked magic between her legs. Her heart beat so loud, she was sure he could hear the thing trying to knock out of her chest. She couldn’t seem to catch her breath as he drove her to the very brink of madness.
He eased two fingers inside, and she swore she could feel him everywhere. From her head to her toes, every inch of skin, every nerve, felt only one thing. August. He quickened his pace, increased pressure, at the sounds of her moans, the soft pleas she didn’t realize she was uttering. She’d never had anyone so intently focused on her the way August was in this moment. Like she was a puzzle box he was determined to solve.
And he still had the damn towel on.
“August,” she panted. “I…need…”
But she never got to finish her demand. He twisted his fingers, hitting a spot she’d only ever managed to achieve by herself, and sent her flying into the best orgasm she’d ever had. After she took a minute to catch her breath, she looked up at his satisfied smile.
“You need what, now?”
She tried to playfully smack his arm, but her muscles were so weak, all she managed was a pathetic hand flop. “Stop being so smug and lose the towel.”
He reached down with one hand and flicked the knot on the terrycloth, tossing the towel to join her clothing on the floor. Her eyes opened wide at the sight before her.
Yup. Just as amazing as it had been a few minutes ago.
No. Better, because now she could look her fill. And oh boy, did she look. Mo didn’t have a super-long list of lovers, but she’d seen her fair share of dicks. In person and on the screen. And August had the most beautiful one she’d ever seen. Which was a weird thing to think, but it was the truth.
“You might want to get those condoms,” she told him, unable to take her eyes off him. “Like now.”
Those dimples winked at her. “Eager?”
Pushing up on her elbows, she reached out and cupped him in her hand. He hissed out a breath, hips thrusting toward her. “I was eager ten minutes ago. Now I’m desperate.”
“Good to know,” he spoke between clenched teeth.
He leaned across her, reaching to the bedside table, and pulled out an unopened box of condoms. She stroked his cock, reveling in the velvety hard feel of him while she tried not to ponder the meaning of the fresh package.
Did it mean he intended to hook up with someone when he was here in Denver or because he knew this thing between them was inevitable?
Didn’t matter. The only thing that concerned her was what was happening here and now.
“Here,” she said, holding out her hand when he pulled a strip from the box. “Let me.”
He ripped one off and handed the condom to her. Mo placed the package between her teeth and very carefully, so as not to damage the protection, ripped it open with her teeth.
His gaze went molten. “Later, I want to see what else that mouth can do.”
She salivated just thinking about it. “Later,” she agreed with a nod.
But for now, she removed her hand from him just long enough to pull the condom from the packaging and roll it down his length. He leaned over her, arms on either side of her head as she positioned him right where they both wanted to be.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Now, August.” Before she exploded from anticipation.
He entered her in one hard thrust, causing them both to cry out in pleasure.
The harsh sound of his breath warmed her ear as he asked, “Okay?”
