Page 99 of Tapped By My Roommate
It was a little strange for me to be Ethan’s passenger—both literally and metaphorically. I was used to playing the role of protector. But watching him handle his shit had been a revelation. Ethan needed to stand up for himself sometimes, and I had to let him. I was okay with that. And the little peek into his work I’d gotten when he took his iguana to Oasis Animal Rescue had been…a total turn-on.
Ethan was smart, capable, good with his hands…
“You were amazing what that lizard rescue, by the way,” I said. “We didn’t get much chance to talk afterward since I had to rush off to work.”
He wrinkled his nose up adorably. “You probably didn’t think you were signing over most of your day when we headed out.”
I shrugged. “I was happy to be there…even if you didn’t really need me.”
He winced. “Sorry. It was still nice to have backup.”
“That wasn’t a criticism. I was happy to be backup. Even if all you need is my moral support, I want to give it. Even if all you need is a friend along for the ride, I’m game.”
“A friend,” he murmured. “Right.”
“Averygood friend.” I wasn’t trying to sound seductive, but right now, I couldn’t control the desire flooding my body and turning my voice husky. I bent my head toward him, bringing our lips closer. “The closest, most intimate of friends.”
I didn’t care what it took to keep him close. I’d be his “sex tutor” forever, even if he didn’treallyneed one anymore. I’d be anything he wanted me to be.
His gaze met mine, dark with emotion, and I couldn’t hold back. I pressed my mouth to his in a slow, thorough kiss. My chest grew tight, my heart feeling too large for its confines. Warmth unfurled through me. My pulse was steady though. This wasn’t adrenaline-fueled lust, but something deeper.
I turned him toward the nearest wall, relishing the feel of his body against me. Ethan raised his hands, gripping my hair as he kissed me back. I could feel his heart racing through the layers of fabric separating our chests. He pushed off the wall, turning us, pinning me instead—which was hot as hell. It reminded me of that magical night when Ethan had stripped me and studied my body as if there’d be a test later. It had been incredibly erotic, and I’d never felt so vulnerable and exposed—while also turned on—before.
That night, Ethan had gone after what he wanted in a way he rarely did. I wanted to see him to do that again, so I went pliant against the wall as he slid his hands under my shirt. He found my nipples, pinching both at the same time. I gasped against his lips.
“Love your body,” he murmured.
Love you,I wanted to say. I barely held the words in. Now, in the heat of the moment, wasn’t the right time for that kind of declaration.
“Love…your body too,” I murmured instead. “Want to see you stripped down to just a bowtie. So hot.”
He huffed a little laugh. “You have a bowtie kink, don’t you?”
“Did I never tell you?” I teased. “I just want you for your bowties…and your big cock. It’s so—”
“Stop talking.” Ethan covered my mouth in another kiss, smothering my laugh. His tongue silenced me, removing any urge to tease him with dirty talk. I grew desperate as he explored my body and began stripping me item by item.
When I was naked and hard before him, he looked me up and down. “You’re so sexy.” His eyes met mine uncertainly. “I don’t know what you see in me.”
“Are you kidding? You’re so smart and sweet, and your cock really is amazing. I want it inside me.”
He gaped. “Seriously?”
I licked my lips. “Well, I did promise to keep showing you new things, right?”
Ethan took a step back, looking stricken. “No.”
“No…you don’t want to fuck me?”
My stomach dipped with disappointment, but that was a selfish feeling. I loved to fuck—top or bottom—but I hadn’t done it in a long time. It was intimate, and I wanted that closeness with Ethan. One of us inside the other. But I knew not all guys were into that, and I’d take him however I could get him. As long as Ethan was happy, that was all that mattered.
“That’s okay,” I said. “I could fuck you instead if you prefer, or…well, we can do anything you want. There are so many things we can do.”
He shook his head again. “No. This isn’t right. We can’t keep doing this.”
Fear spiked through me. He’d been fully onboard seconds ago, kissing me and stripping me. Until I’d said the wrong thing.
Words kept flowing from me, increasingly desperate. If I could just make him understand, maybe it’d be okay…
