Page 63 of Where We Call Home

“Do you hear that?” Rhodes mumbled into me.

He delicately licked my entrance. The soft, lingering edging nearly as arousing as the fast and devouring pace. A mixture of fast and slow movements riled me up just to bring me back down, creating a steady hum at the base of my spine.

So close to release, the feeling was building up stroke by stroke of his tongue. Before I could make my move to wrap my legs around his head to demand more, Rhodes stopped, and a cool breeze filled the space where he was.

Angry, I huffed and sat on my elbows, my eyebrows pushed together.

“Did I say stop?” I asked, tilting my head to the side.

Rhodes stared at me, a sexy smirk on his wet lips. It was me on his lips, me who he was devouring like it was his last meal. His hair was tousled, sticking up like he’d just gone round for round in the ring.

“You think you’re in charge?” Rhodes quipped, kneeling between my legs and looking down at me desperate beneath him. He was shirtless, every one of his muscles defined. Pecs, abs, biceps; they each deserved my undivided attention. I wished I could lick them all, take my time exploring every dip and curve.

“I may let you have your way outside the bedroom, but in here, you are mine,” Rhodes growled. “Turn around and bend over.”

I shot up, gasping for air, my hand clutching my chest in an attempt to steady the wild rhythm of my heartbeat.

Was I sweating? I wiped the back of my hand across my forehead.Yep, definitely sweating.

Horny and desperate, I sat there for a moment, trying to pull myself together. My dreams had been... vivid. Dirty. Completely consumed by Rhodes.

This wasn’t the first time I’d used my imagination to dull this restless, aching need, but it was becoming a problem. Aseriousproblem.

I couldn’t deny it anymore. I was painfully attracted to my roommate. And with every fleeting glance, every accidental brush of his hand, my resolve was crumbling. How much longer could I pretend I wasn’t losing control?

Frustrated, I threw the blanket off my body, the cool air washing over my overheated, sticky skin.

That’s when I noticed it.

The tight spandex I’d worn last night was gone.

Wait... what?

Memories of the night before came rushing back. I’d been exhausted—barely able to stay awake, much less get myself ready for bed.

Which meant...

My pulse spiked again.

Rhodes.

He must’ve helped me undress.

The thought sent a jolt through me, reigniting every ember of sexual frustration I’d tried to snuff out.

This is getting out of hand.

And the worst part? Deep down, I wished he hadn’t stopped.

Fuck.

I stood up and paced back and forth. There was no way I was going to get rid of the arousal. This was no longer an itch.

Iwantedhim badly. Ineededhim biblically.

Then, I thought about our kiss. That damn kiss that I initiated. I was pulled into the moment and on emotional overdrive. Adrenaline was pumping through my system, excitement lighting me on fire.

His lips were soft; he tasted like warmth and good decisions.

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