Page 29 of The No Touch Roommate Rule
He makes a sound—half growl, half laugh—that shoots straight to my clit. “We can’t fuck in this bathroom.”
“Of course not,” I agree, even as I fumble with his belt, desperate to get my hands on him.
But the angle is all wrong. I shift to one side, flinching as I come face-to-face with a squirrel in a leather vest and spiked collar. “Oh my God, why?” I bleat, heart racing as I quickly slide back the other way.
Parker shrugs. “I don’t know. I thought it was a biker theme at first, but maybe it’s bondage? There’s one with a ball gag by the soap dispenser.”
I shift my gaze, eyes widening. “There sure is.”
“And pretty sure a couple of squirrels are getting spanked in the display above the changing table.”
“How did you have time to notice all that?” I ask, returning to my work on his belt. “I gave you two seconds before I kissed your face off.”
“What can I say? I’m an observant guy,” he says, his lips hooking up on one side. “And I’m observing that you’re having a little trouble with my belt. Been a while since you got a man out of his pants, baby girl?”
I shoot him a mock glare. “No, I gotyouout ofyoursjust the other night. Maybe if you’d lean back and quit crushing me, I’d have an easier time,baby boy.”
“No baby girl, then?” he asks, still smirking.
“Not unless you want to lose a finger.”
“Why would I lose a finger, F.C.? Are you going to bite it off?”
“F.C.?” I echo.
“Feisty Critter,” he says as he leans back, granting me better access, but summoning a pained expression to his face in the process.
Guilt stills my eager critter fingers. “Are you okay? Should we stop? This can’t be good for your knee.”
“Don’t you dare stop. My knee is fine,” he says, then proves it by lifting me off my feet.
“Parker!” I protest, but my legs wrap around his waist automatically, and oh…
Oh.
This angle is…educational. He’s even bigger—thicker—than I thought. So big we might have a little trouble at first.
But I like trouble.
It’s one of my many potentially fatal flaws.
“Put me down, and I’ll turn around,” I murmur against his lips as he kisses me again. “From behind will be easier on your leg.”
“I don’t want easy,” he says, rolling his hips in a way that makes me see stars. “If I wanted easy, I wouldn’t have spent seven months obsessing over a woman who swore I didn’t have a chance with her.” He bites my lip hard enough to make my pussy throb before pulling back to meet my gaze. “And our first time isn’t going to be from behind. I’m going to look right into those big, blue eyes while I fill every inch of you. I want to see your face when you’re coming on my cock with my name on your lips.”
“God, you’re so…” My head falls back against the wall as his mouth finds my throat again. “So good at dirty talk. How did you get so good? I didn’t dirty talk like that until I was at least twenty-eight.”
“Liar,” he whispers before sucking hard enough on my neck to leave a mark.
“No, it’s true.” My hands are in his hair—fisting, tugging the way I’ve wanted to all week. The sexy smell of him rises all around me, making my head spin. “I’m still not very good at it. The only thing I can think to say right now, for example, is that I’m not sure I’ve ever been this wet.”
He groans against my skin, and I feel it everywhere. Feel it in places that haven’t been properly touched in so long, I was starting to think they’d atrophied.
But they haven’t.
Thank God, and Leo Parker.
“I need to feel you,” he murmurs against my collarbone. “Been thinking about fucking you with my fingers every time you wiggled past me in those evil yoga pants.”
