Page 36 of My Brother's Roommate (Frisky Business 2)
The conversation flows easily for a while, but we don’t talk about the elephant in the room—Connor selling his prized motorcycle. Then again, maybe Penelope doesn’t know yet. The guy is clearly keeping a few secrets, and I’m not going to be the one to out him. It would be more than a bit hypocritical.
When Penelope excuses herself to go to the kitchen for another beer, it takes every bit of willpower I have not to follow her into the kitchen for some privacy. We still haven’t gotten the chance to talk after I just dashed out of her place the other night when things got hot and heavy—but it doesn’t seem like Penelope is going to hold a grudge.
What’s that called when someone lets you off the hook, even when you really don’t deserve it? Oh yeah, grace.
Penelope is giving me grace. She hasn’t demanded answers or questioned me. It just shows what a truly amazing woman she is. She’s mature and responsible and kind. And she sure as shit doesn’t deserve to end up with a guy like me, but for right now, I’m counting myself lucky just to be in her presence. Just the chance to sit here and listen to her talk and see her pretty blue eyes light up when she looks at me is enough.
“Should we call it a night?” Connor asks, stretching his arms across the back of the couch. “You’re obviously staying the night,” he says to Penelope.
To my surprise, she doesn’t protest. “That works.”
I’m relieved when she agrees to sleep on the couch, because I wouldn’t want her taking a cab at this time of night.
Connor and Penelope head off in search of extra blankets and pillows. Since it would probably look strange if I lingered—I’m not here to tuck Penelope in, for fuck’s sake—I head to my room, calling out a good-night to them both on my way.
But I’m not tired, and it takes me a long time to relax once I do lie down.
About twenty minutes later, my bedroom door opens. Then the corner of my mattress dips, and I open my eyes to see Penelope crawling across the mattress toward me in the darkness.
A surprised sound leaves my lips as her mouth presses to mine.
“Penelope?” I say warily.
She makes a shushing sound and crawls on top of me. My heart takes off in a gallop. I can’t think straight with her straddling me.
“What are you doing?”
“Seducing you,” she murmurs, her voice husky. “Is it working?”
We’ve both been drinking. This isn’t the way I wanted things to go for us. Especially not with her brother nearby.
“Connor will hear you,” I whisper.
She shakes her head. “Not if we’re quiet.”
Then she leans in for a kiss, and I’m powerless to refuse her. Bad idea, Wolfie, my brain warns.
Her mouth moves enthusiastically over mine, and I kiss her back as emotions war inside me. But she feels so good with her warm curves on top of me, and the scent of her shampoo filling my senses. My hands wander to her ass and I tug her even closer, lifting my hips so I can press my quickly hardening cock against her.
All the breath rushes out of my lungs at once. I feel almost light-headed. Hot. Aroused. And stressed the fuck out because there’s no way this can go any further.
“Penelope, we can’t.”
Her mouth leaves my neck, and she gives me a look. “Because you don’t want to?”
“Because your brother is on the other side of this wall.”
She moves off of me, sliding to the bed beside me. “You’re lying. You just don’t want me.”
I hate that she thinks that. But what else is she supposed to think? I keep pushing her away. I curl my fingers around my erection through my boxer briefs. “Does this look like I don’t want you?”
Her eyes widen. “Oh.”
“I would pound you against the bed right now if I could.”
“You can.” She’s breathless when she responds, then whispers, “Yes. To the pounding.”
I chuckle darkly. “Not like this. Not when we’re drunk and hiding from Connor.”
Disappointment flashes over her features. And then she’s leaning over, kissing my neck, sucking feverish little spots all over the column of my throat.
A hot zing of arousal flashes through my veins, making my groin tighten and my dick swell in eager anticipation. God, I want her. I’ve never wanted anything more.
Her voice soft and needy, she says, “Tell me what you’d do to me if you could . . .”
I touch her cheek, bringing her lips up to mine once again for a kiss. She whimpers lightly when my tongue touches hers.
It takes a heroic amount of strength on my part when I pull back, breaking our kiss. “You really want to know?”
After a beat of silence, she gives me an eager look, pressing her lips together as she nods her head.
