Page 59 of My Brother's Roommate (Frisky Business 2)
He wants me. He loves me.
And now, tumbling through the doorway of my bedroom, his touch is hot on my skin, lighting little fires in my belly with every brush of his lips against mine. And with him, I’ve never been so eager to step into the flames.
“Fuck, you’re stunning,” he murmurs, trailing the back of his fingers along my cheek, moving to the base of my low ponytail, which he tugs loose, casting the band aside.
My hair tumbles over my shoulders, tousled and messy, much like everything about me tonight. But Wolfie doesn’t seem to mind.
He takes me in with a soft smile, his wide eyes blazing bright in the early winter darkness. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”
Before I can reply, he pulls me against him, his hold so tight that I can feel our heartbeats colliding with each other as our lips meet. Our kiss is slow and soft at first, as though we might break, then quicker and hotter, like wildfire. Unpredictably hot.
With his mouth sealed to mine, he walks me backward until my knees buckle against the bed, my shoulders sinking softly into the duvet. The shock sucks the air from my lungs for a moment, the same length of time it takes for him to peel off his soft cotton shirt and throw it aside.
I press up onto my elbows to watch him with wide, curious eyes, my heart thrumming out a steady, driving rhythm in my chest.
God, he’s gorgeous. All soaked in moonlight, like something from a dream.
Wolfie’s broad silhouette is backlit by the hallway light, giving him an almost otherworldly glow. I watch with wonder as he climbs over me, slipping deeper into shadow as he draws closer and closer. By the time his lips meet mine again, I can hardly see him in the darkness. But I don’t have to. He’s right here, within my desperate grip, slowly grinding his hips against mine.
“I want you.” His voice is a low growl against my neck that reverberates all the way to my toes.
“I’m yours,” I whisper back. My fingernails dig deeper into the muscles of his shoulders, showing him just how much I mean it. I’m his, only his, and I won’t let him slip away from me again.
After planting one last maddening, open-mouthed kiss against my neck, he pulls back long enough to shove his jeans off, letting his boxers go with them. He stands there for a moment, all naked and draped in shadow like a stormy-eyed god, and I fist one hand into my sheets, trying desperately to hold time still.
I never want to forget how he looks right now, all his clothes and walls stripped away. This is Wolfie. And he’s sharing himself freely with me. It’s the only version of him I want from now on.
He helps me out of my clothes with the quick eagerness of a little kid unwrapping a present on Christmas morning, tossing my sweatshirt and pajama pants off to God knows where. That’s a problem for later. Right now, it’s just him and me. The two of us, a mess of wandering hands and greedy mouths, taking in every bit of each other that we can.
He moves over me again, and I run my palm along his length, feeling him grow against my touch. He sucks in a sharp breath, then releases it on a low, throaty hum. “Fuck. So good.”
“Yeah? This is okay?”
He swallows hard and nods. “More than okay, babe.” His eyes close, his hips lifting to meet my strokes with slow thrusts until he’s fully hard in my fist.
“I want you inside me,” I say, my voice low as I grip his base and guide him right to where I need him most. He’s barely touched me, but I’m already wet and ready.
He groans, replacing my hand with his and tracing maddening circles around my clit with the tip of his cock. It’s enough to drive a girl absolutely wild.
“Please, Wolfie.” I gasp, clutching his shoulders with trembling fingers.
He quiets me with a firm kiss as he shifts his weight, bringing one hand to the needy space between my legs. One finger pushes into me, then another, pumping in and out, deeper and deeper each time, commanding every muscle in my body to clamp down on him. When he curls his fingers against my most sensitive spot, a desperate, breathy moan escapes my lips, my body writhing beneath him as I ride out the wave of an orgasm so intense, it leaves me in a heap.
“So perfect,” he whispers against my neck, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “Did you think I wasn’t going to get you off first?”
He quickly retrieves a condom and sheaths himself, then lifts my leg over his hip, pressing into me only an inch. Just enough to feel me quiver around him. No time for me to catch my breath. He’s giving me what I want.
