Page 68 of The No Touch Roommate Rule
It’s just an error message up there, a spinning pinwheel of death, because she’s…
She’s Makena. Makena, golden in the sun streaming through the shutters, her lips swollen from kissing me and her big blue eyes locked on mine, full of trust and hope and a tender thing I’m too superstitious to name, but God…
If I weren’t already in love with her, I would be now.
I’m not going to fuck this up. Not even a little bit. I can’t. I won’t.
“You’re staring.” Her voice breaks, making me think she might still be a little nervous, too.
But hell, I’ve never wanted a first time to be as good as I wantthisfirst time to be. I want it to be perfect for her, to prove to her this is right in every way a thing can be right.
“Because you’re beautiful.” The words scrape out of me, raw. Real. “And I want you so much. I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you, Makena DeWitt.”
“Me, too,” she says, her arms coming around my neck. “I want you so damned much, Leo Parker.”
Our lips crash together again—tongues, teeth, wild and hungry. Her hands work my boxer briefs down, I pop the clasp at the back of her bra, and just a few seconds later, we’re skin to skin. Her breasts press against my chest, my cock is trapped between us, and I can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t do anything but groan into her mouth like a dying man as her fingers dig into the base of my spine.
“Shower,” she pants against my lips. “Now. Please. I need to be up against the wall with you inside me as soon as humanly possible.”
We stumble under the spray, still kissing, hands everywhere. The water’s a little too cool, but I barely notice as her fingers wrap around my cock, making my vision go white at the edges.
“Fuck.” I brace a palm against the tile to keep from collapsing as she begins to work me up and down. “Mack, God, you have to?—”
“Is this what you thought about?” She strokes me slow, torturous, her thumb circling my head in a way that makes my hips jerk. “When you were touching yourself in your bedroom, while I was twenty feet away doing the same thing?”
“Every fucking morning.” I catch her wrist before she can work her fist back up again. “But I thought about this more.”
I drop to my knees on the shower floor, water pounding over both of us as I kneel on the tile. The fancy flex-action in my brace holds like a champ—God bless elite sports medicine.
Makena stares down at me, water sliding down her gorgeous body in obscene rivulets, and a part of me insists that I should draw this out. Say something dirty or funny or both. Tease her a little.
But I’m way past teasing.
I’m starving.
I wrap my hands around her waist, drawing her closer as I press my lips to the jut of her hip bone. She gasps, her breathshuddering out as she rests trembling hands on the top of my head.
“I’ve been dying to taste you,” I murmur against her skin. “Every night. Every morning. All I think about is this.”
And then I drag my tongue through her folds and everything inside me explodes in fireworks of celebration. Like a lost soul finding water in the desert. Like a man hearing music after years of terrible silence.
God,she’s just…
She’s passion and sweetness and life and a salty, earthy, primal taste I already know will ruin me forever.
I groan into her, grip her thighs to steady her, and dive in. I eat her like she’s the only thing that’s ever mattered, like I’ve got something to prove. Like if I make her come hard enough, she won’t run from me again.
That she’ll let me love her and love me back, and finally, so many confusing things about being a human being will make sense.
Makena cries out my name—more music in my ears—as her head falls back against the tile. “God, Parker. You’re so good at that… So good…”
And determined to be even better…
I suck her clit, increasing the pressure when she starts rocking into my face. Her hands fist in my hair, and her breath comes faster, sexy “about to get there” sounds escaping from the back of her throat.
Her voice breaks on my name again, and I hum against her clit.
A beat later, she cries out, a guttural noise that makes my already pulsing dick throb with its own heartbeat. Her knees buckle, and I slide one hand up to grip her ass, keeping her steady, anchoring her as I glide two fingers into her tight little pussy. She comes and comes, grinding against my mouth—wild and unashamed, her entire body trembling as I work her through it.
