Page 53 of The Roommate Problem
“Moira!”
“What?” She giggled.
He grabbed a dishtowel and ran it over his head, rubbing the water out. “We’re trying to clean, not make a mess.”
He looked so adorably grumpy, she couldn’t help the laughter escaping her lips. “It’s soapy water. Soap is clean. I’m helping clean.”
He gave her a droll look at her logic. “It’s dingy dishwater filled with food particles, and you’re riling me up on purpose.”
“Oh, really?” With a small shrug, she turned. “Maybe I’ll just go, then.”
August’s arm snaked around her waist. His lips caressed her ear, warm breath sending a tingle down her spine as he whispered.
“Oh no, not yet, Sunshine. Turnabout is fair play.”
She let out a small yelp as his cupped hand tipped over her chest, pouring water down the front of her shirt. August’s hands were a lot bigger than hers, so his water play led to much more significant damage.
“August, you got my shirt all dirty with yucky sink water.”
“Mmmmm,” he hummed in her ear. “Whatever shall we do?”
Desire pounded low in her gut, and her nipples hardened, but not from the water. Nope. It had to do with the man holding her, letting his grumpy guard down and actually being playful. She had to say: it was sexy as hell.
“Guess I better take it off.”
“Guess so.”
She moaned as August gave her a little love bite on her neck. His thick fingers slipped under the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head. She was so glad she’d worn a stretchy blouse today instead of a button up. One of his hands came around to flick open the latch of her bra. The cups fell away, and she quickly shimmied her arms to get the straps to loosen, causing the garment to fall to the floor in front of her.
“Turn around and put your hands on the counter,” August’s deep voice commanded.
Mo usually liked to take charge in the bedroom, but since they were in the kitchen, August’s domain, she figured she could hand the reins over this one time. She turned to face the kitchen counter, bending down slightly to place her palms on the counter.
“Please tell me you have a condom handy,” she panted, anticipation taking her breath away.
He chuckled, one hand coming around her bare stomach and grabbing the fabric of her maxi skirt, slowly pulling the material up inch by agonizing inch.
“Around you, Sunshine, I never leave them far away.”
Look at mister “get it out of our system,” all addicted to her now. She tried not to be too happy about it, but she really liked August, and the fact that he seemed to want her just as much made her heart swell. It might only be sex right now, but physical connection often led to emotional ones. She knew what her friends would say.
Don’t get your hopes up, Mo. Don’t confuse sex with love.
She wasn’t confused.
She was optimistic.
All thoughts flew from her brain when his hand finally dipped under all the fabric of her skirt to touch her right where she craved him most. She cried out when his fingers slipped inside her panties, stroking along her core, teasing every ounce of pleasure out of her.
“August!”
He chuckled in her ear. “Like that, Sunshine? Want more?”
She nodded, a soft yes escaping her lips. He plunged two fingers inside her, his thumb rubbing tiny magic circles right where she needed it. It amazed her how quickly August learned her body. How attuned he was to her needs, her desires. He didn’t just go for it; he listened to her body, asked her what she wanted. She’d never had such an attentive lover.
When she started panting, he increased the pressure with his thumb. His fingers moved faster, curling upward to hit that sweet spot he’d discovered that made her eyes roll back in her head. She gripped the counter, her body tightening with impending release.
“August!”
