Page 91 of The No Touch Roommate Rule
I know that about her already, and I can’t wait to know more.
To know everything.
After she comes, I look up to find her watching me with soft eyes. Her thumb traces my temple, my cheek. The way she touches me, studies me…it’s different this time.
I stand, lifting her as I go. She wraps both legs around my waist, her dress bunched between us as I turn toward the beanbag chair. I lower myself carefully. The knee brace makes it awkward, but I don’t give up until I’m sitting with my back against it. She follows me down, knees bracketing my hips, never breaking our connection.
When we’re face-to-face—her straddling me, my hands gripping matching handfuls of her fine ass—we both go still, staring deep into each other’s eyes.
Silently acknowledging that we’reusnow.
We’re a couple, for real.
A couple who feels things for each other and, pretty soon, are going to be ready to confess all those things out loud.
But for now, this is enough.
More than enough.
She reaches between us, freeing me from my shorts with steady hands. When she rises up on her knees and sinks down onto my cock, we both sigh with relief. Her forehead drops to mine, and for a long moment we just breathe, adjusting to how good it is to be together again.
Then she starts to move, a slow, deliberate rhythm that drives me crazy. Each roll of her hips is a full-body wave thatstarts in her spine and ripples through us both. My hands span her back, feeling the muscles work under warm skin, marveling that every time we come together seems to get hotter than the last.
Finally, she pulls back, pausing as her gaze locks with mine, and what I see on her pretty face makes it hard to breathe.
No more walls. No more hiding.
Just Makena—soft and open and trusting me with every piece of her heart.
And I’m going to take care of it, I silently promise. I’m going to guard it like the fucking treasure it is. I cup her face, willing her to feel how much she means, how much she matters.
She turns into my touch, her lashes fluttering closed as she starts moving again, faster this time. I plant my good foot for leverage, thrusting up to meet her as I catch her nipple between my lips, making her gasp.
I grip her hips, guiding her into a deeper grind that has us both shaking, while she kisses me like she’s trying to crawl inside my skin. Soon, I can feel her getting close in the way her muscles tense, the little shudder in her breath as she exhales.
Her orgasm builds slower this time, her whole body drawing taut like a bow. I watch it happen—the flush spreading down her chest, the way her lips part, the moment her eyes fly open and lock on mine. She comes with a ragged cry, her pussy clenching around me, and I follow her over, emptying my balls inside her until we’re both a mess.
A beautiful mess…
I hold her against my chest after, her breath hot on my neck. I can feel her heartbeat against my ribs, rapid at first, then slowing in time with mine.
Her fingers find the hair at the nape of my neck, drawing it through her fingers while I gently pat her perfect backside. The dust motes float around us in the last beams of light, andsomewhere in the walls, skittery things skitter, but still…we linger.
“Your knee okay?” she finally murmurs, the first words either of us has spoken in what feels like hours.
“Knee, what knee?”
She huffs a laugh that I feel more than hear as she leans in. Her lips press to my pulse point—not a kiss, just contact. Like she needs to feel me alive under her mouth. I tighten my arms around her and kiss her temple, where her brain lives.
My favorite brain
My favorite body.
My favorite person.
We’ll have to move eventually. Get dressed, go back to the house, shower—all the normal nighttime things.
But not yet.
