Page 43 of The Roommate Problem
“I can honestly say I have never been more okay in my life.”
He laughed, moving his hips, setting a slow and leisurely pace. Oh no, that wouldn’t do. If they only had this one night, she didn’t want slow. She wanted fast. Then slow. Then fast again. Then something involving the shower, perhaps.
So many things she wanted to do to and with August, and if they only had tonight, she wasn’t going to waste it.
She pushed his arm, and he rolled them, knowing instinctively what she wanted somehow, without her even having to say it. Then he laid back, large hands gripping her hips as she rode him. She stared down at the huge grin on his face. So sexy. Made more so by the fact that she was the one who put it there. She laughed softly, gleeful in the knowledge that she had accomplished her mission to see this normally grumpy man smile.
Her laugh soon turned into a loud moan as he tilted her hips, angling her in a way that had him hitting a whole set of nerves she didn’t even know she had.
“Is that good, Sunshine?”
“Yes.” She choked out the word on what little breath she had in her lungs.
“Tell me what you want. How to please you.”
If he pleased her any more, she’d be a puddle of pleasure goo.
“This… More,” she panted out, trying to suck air into her lungs. But she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak. All she could do was feel, and all she felt was August. The sensations were overwhelming. How did he do it? How did he know more about her body than she seemed to?
Was he a secret sex god?
She leaned forward, slapping her hands to his chest, pressing her lips to his. He eagerly kissed her back, his lips so soft, fitting to hers with a perfectness she’d never experienced before. It was a good thing they finally decided to do this thing because Mo would have kicked herself forever if she’d let the magnificence that was sleeping with August Porter pass her by.
Her brain stopped thinking. All the blood in her body rushed south as she felt her core start to tighten. But she didn’t want to go alone this time. She wanted him there. Wanted to experience the ecstasy with August. Pulling away from his lips, she stared down into his beautiful hazel eyes.
“August.” That was all she said, his name, but somehow, again he knew. His hand left her hip to stroke the center of her, right where she needed, and soon, she was crying out with her second orgasm of the night. One made infinitely better by the fact that August soon joined her in it.
“Moira!”
He shouted her name, his grip on her hip so tight, it was almost bruising, but she was too far gone to care. She collapsed on top of him. His hands relaxed, sliding to her back and stroking in a loving manner. Uh oh, she better not think in those terms. August had made it pretty clear what this was and wasn’t. She really shouldn’t get caught up in any messy feelings just because the sex had been phenomenal.
She patted his chest weakly, her muscles still not recovered from that amazing workout. She wondered if they’d ever recover. “Great job, roomie.”
He snorted out a laugh. “Really, that’s what you’re going with?”
It was either that or admit she might have gotten in over her head with this one. How was she supposed to know that August was a sex god capable of reducing her to a sappy pile of mush? Really, he was the one to blame here. It was either cover with humor or blurt out something that would make the poor guy run for the hills.
She faked a yawn. “I’d come up with something more clever, but I’m too exhausted. You sexed all the cleverness out of me. Happy?”
His lips brushed her shoulder before he whispered in her ear, “Ecstatic.”
A shiver ran down her spine. “There is no way you’re ready again so soon.”
He kissed the hollow between her shoulder and neck. “Not yet, but why don’t we hop in the shower and see what happens?”
Her lips curled as he worked his way up her jaw to her lips. “Mmmmm, get clean just so we can get dirty again? I like the way you think, Sex God Gus Gus.”
He threw his head back with a boisterous laugh. “Mo, you really are one of a kind.”
He sat up, scooping her into his arms and standing. As he maneuvered them out of his room and toward his bathroom, she tucked her face into his chest, inhaled the intoxicating smell of his skin, fearing very much that not only was she one of a kind, but he was as well. Her one of a kind. Something she knew she better keep to herself for the time being, especially if she wanted to continue this. And she really did. Now all she had to do was convince August of the same.
Easy, right?
