Page 20 of My Brother's Roommate (Frisky Business 2)
I guess it makes sense that she’s not looking for love right now. She’s determined to make something of herself and overcome her upbringing. But . . . she still has physical needs. Hell, we all do. Even if I don’t want to admit it.
Shifting closer, she places one manicured hand over the growing bulge in my jeans, bringing me back to the moment. “Is this okay?”
Those plush lips of hers part in a way that makes me want to pull her into me and kiss her till she’s breathless. But I’m not going to do that. Not yet. I’m going to try this her way first.
I take a breath. Man up, Cox. You’ve got this.
“Yeah,” I say, choking out the word.
The touch of her hand is electric, and a mix of nerves and pleasure washes over me.
As she ducks her head to tug the leather strap of my belt free, I’m flooded with the fresh, floral scent of her shampoo. It’s soft and subtle, just like her touch. My heart thuds as her hand ventures down the front of my zipper, stroking me through the denim.
“Still okay?” she asks.
I nod, swallowing the groan that’s building. “Okay” doesn’t even begin to cover it, sweetheart.
“How about this?”
Penelope’s fingers float to the button of my jeans, popping it loose with a quick tug. My last defense against her touch, gone.
Caution forms a knot in the base of my throat, my usual reaction when faced with any sexual situation. But unlike every time before, I’m able to gulp it down.
“Go ahead,” I tell her on a strained whisper. Not that she needs much convincing.
Slowly, her hand eases behind my zipper, exploring, rubbing the hard length of me over the soft material of my cotton boxers. My body responds, stiffening against her palm, and the tiniest gasp falls from her lips.
It’s so fucking cute. I can’t help but kiss the coy little smile off her mouth, sucking slowly on her bottom lip as needy whimpers pour from her mouth into mine. She tastes like bourbon and bad decisions, and I’ve developed a taste for both.
As our tongues intertwine, her hand inches closer and closer to the waistband of my boxers, finally slipping beneath. Fuck. Her touch is electric. One brush of her fingers against me, and every muscle in my body contracts.
Then Penelope runs her palm up and down my length, and my eyes can’t help but sink closed in bliss. A rough groan pours from my lips. Her strokes are gentle. Appreciative, even. Like she wants to know every inch of me. But then she forms a fist around me, moving in slow, careful pumps.
Fuck. Too much. I suck in a sharp breath and, as if by instinct, pull her hand away.
“What is it?” Her pretty blue eyes are brimming with panic. “Did I hurt you?”
I bring her hand to my mouth, brushing my lips against the same palm that stroked me seconds before. “No, it’s just . . . you don’t have to do that.”
“Did you not like it?”
There’s hurt in her voice, and suddenly, I feel like the biggest asshole on the planet.
Way to go, Cox. A girl touches your dick, and you have to go and hurt her feelings.
“It’s not that. I liked it.” I squeeze her hand tight in mine. “Don’t worry. It felt nice.”
She nods, thoughtfully chewing her lower lip. “Well, is there something you like better?”
God, this girl. She’s so perceptive, so quick to talk this through with me. I’ve never been with anyone like her before.
Usually I’m half-drunk to even get here, to give in to the moment and have a quick fuck. This is nothing like that. But then again, Penelope is unlike any other girl I’ve been with—not that there have been many. Fewer than a handful.
As she waits for my reply, my thumb traces lazy circles on her palm as I weigh my words. I guess there is something I’d like to do. But I don’t know if she’d be up for it.
“Are you warm enough?”
Curious, she lifts a brow. “Yes. Why?”
“Then take your shirt off. I want to see you.”
Unlike me, Penelope has no problem getting naked. She doesn’t hesitate, peeling away her crimson sweater to reveal a plain black bra and soft, gorgeous curves. She’s stunning.
“That too.” I tip my chin toward her bra, letting my gaze linger on the gentle swell of her breasts peeking out from the cups.
Once again, she complies, reaching around the back and undoing the clasp in one swift motion.
Suddenly, I’m staring at a half-naked Penelope, and for the uninitiated, there’s not a better sight in the entire world. All that soft, creamy skin and those small, perky tits. I’m dying to get a handful, but she beats me to it, cupping her breasts and teasing herself with her thumbs until her nipples stand at attention for me.
