Page 81 of Damn Roommate

Scarlett

My back drops to the mattress and Nolan’s body joins me, crashing against me as his mouth continues to kiss mine. My thighs are open and his hot, hard erection rubs against me in lascivious movements. I bite his tongue, preventing myself from letting out a moan as his slow torture is building up the pressure way too fast. I grab his hair and pull it, undulating under him. He straightens up on his elbows and pulls the back of his tank top over his head. I stay stuck for a long second on his chest, his pecs, the abs perfectly drawn on his belly.

“Do you like what you see?”

A smile stretches the features of his face, and he traps my lips again.

“Can I?” he blows against my mouth.

He trapped my top between his fingers, lifting it slightly over my stomach. I don’t give him time to do anything and contort to undress myself, freeing my breast wrapped in a charcoal gray bra. Nolan stares at my breasts, breathing hard. I laugh watching him.

“Do you like what you see?” I mimic.

He smiles at me and kisses my neck while grabbing my hands to pin them above my head. His fingers slide between mine and grip them tightly. He nibbles my ear, sucks my skin, and goes down to lick the birth of my breasts.

“I’ve been dreaming about your boobs for ages. Hello, you.”

He places wet kisses on one of them, pulling with his teeth the fabric of my underwear to free my nipple. He bites it, I arch my back.

“Again.”

He sighs with satisfaction on my skin, teasing my nipple once again as I move under him.

“Nolan,” I gasp, my breathing coming in short bursts.

He continues to torture me with his teeth before straightening up to look me in the eyes. Both hands pressed on either side of my head, his whole body towering over me.

“I don’t have a condom.”

He frowns, looks down at our two intimacies before staring at my bedroom door. He seems to be thinking about a whole bunch of possibilities, and I’m praying to myself that he doesn’t decide to stop what we’re doing.

I couldn’t bear it.

“I’m on the pill,” I say in a complaint.

He leans down to place a kiss on my nose, then on the corner of my mouth.

“Damn, I don’t want to stop.”

He exhales kissing my lips.

“I’m clean with hockey,” he whispers.

“I know.”

I arch my back, because he’s got his hand under my jeans and is touching me over my panties. My head tilts back on my pillow and I bite my cheek to keep a moan from coming out.

“Tell me we can do it without, Scar,” he whispers in my ear.

He brings his hand up to my chest and pinches my breast.

“Yes. I did some tests ten days ago. There was no one after—”

Theyoudoesn’t pass the barrier of my lips, because he kisses me with passion. With his hand buried in my hair, he pulls me closer to him and I grip his shoulders tightly. His heart is pounding in his chest, and I feel his breath on my skin. It’s erratic, eager, and mine too.

“You know what I want to do right now?”

“Take me?” I ask, voice hoarse.

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