Page 42 of My Brother's Roommate (Frisky Business 2)
She’s still touching my cheek, running her palm over the stubble on my jaw. “Hi,” she says, smiling.
“Hey,” I say with a shaky laugh. “Thanks for inviting me in, for sticking with me tonight.”
She nods at my attempt at gratitude. But that’s what I feel—grateful. At least for now, it seems that Penelope wants to be the one to help me dig out from under my past.
“Would you like a drink or something? Bottled water? Wine?”
“I’ll take a water. Thanks.”
I take a seat on the sofa while Penelope retrieves the water from the fridge. Once she hands me the bottle, she settles in next to me.
I have no idea where we go from here, and as crazy as it sounds, I’m terrified of fucking this up. I uncap the water and chug a large swallow, biding my time.
She moves closer and takes the water from my hands, setting it on the coffee table in front of us. I gaze into her wide blue eyes, imagining for just a minute what it would be like to push all my walls down and just be with her.
Penelope trails her fingers through my hair, and my eyes sink closed. “Is this okay?” she murmurs, her voice soft.
“Very,” I say with a husky rasp.
When I open my eyes again, she’s biting her bottom lip, looking at me like I’m a puzzle she’s desperate to solve.
It does things to me. This kind, sweet woman being here with me, willing to try this after what I’ve just told her. She’s so soft and tender . . . so perfect.
Her hands trail down my neck, and then she begins rubbing my shoulders. It feels nice.
Don’t, Wolfie. I try to remind myself that this is just physical, but I fail miserably. I can tell already that this wouldn’t be just sex. I’m already all up in my feels, and we’ve barely begun.
As I move closer to her on the couch, she tilts her head, lifting her chin so her mouth is only inches from mine. It’s the most natural thing in the world to lean in and steal a sweet kiss.
With a soft sound, she leans in, pressing her full mouth to mine.
“Missed you,” she murmurs, threading her fingers into the hair at the back of my neck again, using the leverage to pull me in closer and deepen our kiss.
Her words have an immediate effect on my body. When I put my hands on her waist, she crawls into my lap, pressing her warm center into my cock, which strains against my jeans.
Don’t think.
And I don’t.
I let Penelope grind in my lap, and I kiss her until she’s writhing against my erection, making tiny, need-filled sounds.
Fuck. I need to take a breath.
When I gather my senses and suggest, “Let’s go to your bedroom,” she meets my eyes with a hazy expression and nods.
We make it as far as the hallway before our kiss grows into something more. While I find my grip on her plush ass, she lets one curious hand venture down the front of my jeans, brushing lightly against my zipper.
The déjà vu from earlier this week is very real, and just like before, a twinge of anxiety kicks in my chest. But this time, I have the wherewithal to tell it to shut the fuck up. Nothing is keeping me from this girl tonight. Especially not myself.
“Is this okay?” Penelope murmurs, caressing my length through the denim as she presses a kiss into my neck.
“Fuck yeah” seems like a bit of a jarring response, so instead, I put my answer in the form of an action, rocking my hips into her so she can feel just how hard I am for her. She gasps, then meets my pressure with her own, her hand working me over in firm strokes through my jeans.
Soon my anxiety is miles in the rearview, with nothing but pure, wild want in its place. I want her. All of her. And by the way she’s gripping me like I’m a first-place trophy, I’d say she wants the same.
“Bedroom?” I murmur against her lips.
Penelope pulls back, a look somewhere between confusion and lust dancing through her pretty blue eyes. Realizing that we never quite made it yet, she laces her fingers with mine and guides me the last few paces down the hall to her bedroom.
It’s just as eclectic as the rest of her apartment. Big framed abstract art prints. A coral quilt draped over the end of her bed, which she pulls me eagerly onto. Our mouths join again, our tongues moving together in easy strokes.
Whatever was broken inside me, she’s mending it with every kiss, every soft brush of her fingers along my jaw. But the longer we kiss, the more my erection strains against my jeans, so hard it’s bordering on the edge of painful. I need more.
