Page 22 of Fragile Hearts

“But?” I prompt, knowing there’s more.

She exhales. “But I don’t want to be a burden or take advantage of a situation or whatever. We’re friends, and I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me, but the last thing I want is to overstep.”

I turn in my chair so I’m facing her. Taking her hand in mine, I lift it to my mouth, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of her wrist, feeling the hard beat of her pulse beneath my lips. Sloane lets out a tiny gasp, that gorgeous blush coloring her cheeks again.

“Sloane,” I start, my words low. “I need you to listen when I tell you this, okay?” I pause, only continuing when she nods in agreement. “You aren’t overstepping, and you’re sure as hell not a burden. I want you to live with me. I like you living with me, and I mean it when I say that you can stay as long as you want.”

Forever.

That’s what I really want to say, but I don’t.

Sloane is watching me, her blue eyes searching my face as she takes in my words. “You promise you’ll let me know if that changes?” she eventually says, her words a whisper.

Smiling, I lift her hand to my mouth again, kissing her knuckles as I say, “It’s not gonna happen, but yeah, I promise.”

She watches me still, her eyes wide as they take everything in. Eventually, though, a slow smile starts to tug at her gorgeous mouth, a mouth I have dreamed about kissing more times than I can count. “Okay,” she says, giving me a small nod.

“Okay?” I repeat.

“Yeah, okay,” she says, laughing now.

With a grin, I give her knuckles one more kiss before reluctantly letting go as I say, “Alright then, housewarming party it is.”

I’m making dinner when Owen comes in. Meeting me in the kitchen, he wraps his arms around my waist, his warm breath caressing my neck, his lips pressing softly against my skin. He pushes my hair to the side, his mouth sucking now, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin below my ear, causing a moan to fall from my lips.

“How was your day, gorgeous?” he murmurs, and his voice makes my knees go weak. The low timbre vibrates through me, sending sparks through my already buzzing body.

“Better now that you’re here,” I whisper back, and my voice doesn’t sound like my own. “Are you hungry?”

He growls possessively, and my thighs clench in response. I have no idea how we even got here, but I’m not about to stop it. My panties are soaked, my mind moving to all the things we could do in this kitchen. Shit, it’s been a long time since I had sex, and if I’m being honest, I’m not even sure I’ve ever had good sex.

It’s always just been the kind that was rushed or fumbled; teenagers rolling around in the backseat of a car, in a random bedroom at a party. It was nothing like this, and my body craves this, wants this like air, and I turn in his arms.

“Hungry for you,” he hisses, his teeth clenched as if he’s trying hard to control himself, and I love that he’s like this for me.

Before I know it, I’m naked in front of him, my back against the counter, my leg hooked over his shoulder as he kneels in front of me.

His mouth trails up the inside of my thigh, each touch is warm and wet, and I find myself begging for more. My hips move of their own accord, trying to find friction but failing, and I cry out with desperation, waiting for Owen’s mouth.

“Tell me what you want,” he growls, looking up at me, his green eyes deep and his lids heavy. His hands grip my thighs, spreading them wider.

I hear myself tell him, and again, I have no idea who this person is. Her words don’t match anything that would ever come out of my mouth.

“I want you to eat my sweet pussy. I want to come all over your mouth.” Each word is said with intent and need.

And with that, Owen’s mouth is on me, my head falling back, loud moans leaving my lips on every exhale.

His tongue works me over, lapping at my clit, my body no longer my own. I’ve given myself over to him fully, and when he slides a finger inside me, hooking in the exact spot I need…

I shoot up in bed, my heart pounding, my body covered with sweat, and I curse out loud. I woke up just when it was about to get good.

“Fuck,” I mutter, wiping the sweat from my palms on the sheets.

That was so inappropriate it’s not even funny. I know how Owen feels about me, and those simple kisses to my fingers yesterday have set my body into a tailspin.

Crossing the line with Owen is only going to make this roommate thing really awkward, especially if it never turns into anything more. We can’t just hook up and then act like it didn’t happen, and we certainly can’t be in a relationship together.

But holy shit, that dream was epic. And if he’s that good in my dreams, I can’t even imagine what he’d be like in real life. I didn’t even get a chance to finish, and my panties are embarrassingly drenched from a dream.

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