Page 98 of Accidental Roommates

“Jace, say something. Why’d you do it? Why’d you come over to me when I was with Dan?”

I step closer to her, my eyes locked on hers. “Because I couldn’t stop myself.”

“Why? What does that even mean?”

I move closer. I can smell her perfume, a soft flowery scent.

“I didn’t want you with him,” I say, my voice deep, solid, unwavering.

“Why?” Her voice is softer now, her breaths becoming faster. “Why didn’t you want me with Dan?”

I pause, knowing I shouldn’t say it, but she’s pushed me to the edge and I can’t take it anymore.

“Because I want you.” I wrap my hands around her face so she can’t look away. “I want you so bad.”

I kiss her, and it’s everything I thought it’d be and more. Her soft sweet lips. The taste of her. Feeling her body against mine. It’s more than I can take, and yet it’s not enough. I want all of her.

Maybe we shouldn’t do it. Maybe it’s wrong. But if it is, why does it feel so fucking right? Like everything up until now has been leading us here, to this very moment? I care about her, and I know she cares about me. So how could this be wrong? Holding her in my arms right now, kissing her, feels more right than anything I’ve ever done.

My hand lowers to her thigh, lingering at the hem of her dress. I want to go farther, but I don’t know if I should. I wait for Kenzie to tell me, give me some kind of sign, but all she does is continue to kiss me.

I go for it, my hand slipping under her dress, caressing the silky smooth skin of her inner thigh. She softly moans, which I take as a sign to keep going. I feel for her panties and yank them aside. She’s so damn wet, which has me imagining what it’d be like to be inside her.

She presses against me, hard enough that I have to step back. She does it again, and I realize she’s inching us toward the bed. If we go there, she knows what will happen. Is that what she wants? Because once we go there, we can’t go back.

But she’s not showing any signs of wanting to stop. Her hands are moving all over my body and mine are all over hers, one of them holding her against me while the other one pleasures her under her dress.

She yanks my shirt from my pants and starts unbuttoning it. When she reaches the last button, she works on my belt, hurrying to undo it. She unzips my jeans and slides her hand over my cock.

“Shit,” I moan, my eyes falling shut as she touches me.

I try to stay focused on her, my hand still under her dress. Her breaths are ragged and fast like she’s about to come.

“Jace,” she whispers. “Not yet.”

I look at her. “Why?”

“I want it to be with you. Not your hand.”

This is really happening. I knew it was headed that way, but I also knew there was a chance we’d stop before actually doing it.

“You sure about this?” I ask, slowly removing my hand from under her dress.

“I wouldn’t still be here if I wasn’t.” She pauses. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”

She smiles a little, then steps back and slowly takes her dress off, then her bra, then her panties. Damn, she’s hot.

“Your turn,” she says.

I don’t go slow, like she did. I strip everything off within seconds.

Her eyes land on my cock and she smiles, then bites her lip. She likes what she sees, but not as much as I like the view I have of her. Her body is so damn beautiful.

Walking up to her, I take her hand and bring her to the bed. We lay down, facing each other, and I move her hair aside and kiss her neck, then her shoulder.

“Jace,” she whispers.

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