Page 101 of Tapped By My Roommate
It was rare that Rhett was at a loss for words. I watched, wide-eyed, as he sputtered and stumbled uncharacteristically.
Then he growled in frustration and kissed me hard.
While I was still gasping for breath, he said calmly, “Ethan, I’ve been in love with you for weeks now.”
I gaped. “What?But all the talk about…about…teaching me sex stuff?”
“I was just trying to give you what you wanted,” Rhett said, sounding sheepish. “You made that checklist, and then…it felt like that was all you wanted from me. I didn’t want to pressure you for more, not after everything with Tess. I wasn’t sure you’d want to date someone you lived with. But I couldn’t just give up either…I tried to let it end when we agreed, but Icouldn’tstop feeling things for you.”
“Rhett, if I had a yearbook right now, it’d sayGuy least likely to pressure anyonenext to your photo. You were always so careful with me. But I didn’t want you to be. I just want to honestly know whatyouwant. You’re so busy trying to please me that I have no idea what it is you want, or if you want anything.”
“I want you,” he said firmly. “I want everything with you.”
I sagged against him, burying my face in his neck. As my tension ebbed, I felt exhausted. “Me too. I want everything.”
Rhett wrapped his arms around me, holding me close, and I reveled in the comfort of being held by him. It felt right.Wefelt right together. We always had.
“So, what now?” I murmured against his skin.
“Now, we figure out this relationship thing for real.”
I pulled out of his arms and smiled. “I kind of meantrightnow. Do you want to—”
“Fuck yes.”
My pulse raced as I considered our next move. Rhett had asked me to fuck him. That would be so good. Everything with him had been amazing. But it wasn’t what I really wanted. It wasn’t the craving that had started up in me recently and would not let go. I wet my dry lips. I was going to start asking for what I really wanted, not taking the path of least resistance, and that meant voicing my desires, even when it felt awkward.
“I know you asked me to fuck you. But, um, would you also like it if you fucked me? I know I just said I wanted to know what you want, so if it’s not your preference—”
“I’d love it,” Rhett cut in. His gaze was intense as he looked at me. “I didn’t want to rush you into anything, but damn, Ethan, just hearing you say that is such a turn-on.”
“Say what? That I want you to fuck me?”
He groaned and rasped, “Yeah. That. Keep saying it.”
My heart fluttered, and I felt emboldened by his reaction. My cheeks heated, predictably, but I said it again. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Yes,” he murmured and kissed me.
“I want you inside me,” I added just to elicit more reaction from him. It worked. His kisses turned more urgent. He gripped me more tightly, tugging me against him.
I met his ferocity, not wanting to be outdone. I shoved my hands under his T-shirt. “Get naked again,” I demanded.
“Yes, sir,” he said with a chuckle.
“And this time, you can’t get dressed again until I say so.”
He lifted an eyebrow at my imperious tone, but his lips curved in a satisfied smile. “Keep me naked as long as you like. Do anything you want with me.”
I hesitated. “And what about what you want?”
“Thatiswhat I want, Ethan. Don’t you see? We’ve wanted the same things all along.”
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RHETT
Ethan kissed me eagerly, and this time—knowing we were on the same page—there was a new urgency to it. A sizzling anticipation of things to come. This kiss was leading somewhere. Not just to great sex, though there was every expectation it would be outstanding, but to a future together. To more nights falling into bed, when it wouldn’t feel like a miracle, but a fact of life. The sky was blue; Nebraska weather sucked; and Rhett and Ethan were a couple.
