Page 33 of Tapped By My Roommate
“We can talk before and after. Just not, you know, atothertimes.”
I nodded. If this was a condition of being with Ethan, I’d make it work. He was nervous now. Maybe feeling a little shy. But with some time, he’d relax—and possibly his need for rules would too. In the meantime, it wasn’t a bad idea to maintain boundaries. Hooking up with someone you lived with was playing with fire—it just so happened that I thought it’d be good enough to risk a burn or two.
“Okay, we’ll play by your rules.”
“Okay, good. So, uh, there’s this too…” He took the notebook from me and flipped it to the next page. “I made a list of things I’d like to explore, so you won’t have to ask. Ignore the stuff in pink gel pen. That was Linh trying to make me more exciting. But honestly, this is about all the excitement I can handle right now.”
I glanced down. In black pen, in big, blocky letters, it said:Things Ethan Wants To Experience.
Below that was a checklist of sorts. A sexual checklist.
Ethan stood up and headed toward the hallway. I tore my gaze from the page. “Wait. Where are you going?”
“I can’t handle watching you read it. I’ve got to get to class. Just, uh, text me if you have any questions. That’s easier than talking, okay? And, um, if you agree, we can start… I guess whenever you want to.”
I took one more glance at the checklist, spotted kissing/making out at the top, and tossed the notebook down. Then I got up. “I’ll study this more carefully later.”
He swallowed. “Okay.”
I crossed the room, slowly. He watched me warily. When I got within range, I put my hands on his shoulders.
“What are you…”
His words trailed away as I pressed him against the wall. Slowly, so slowly—giving him all the time in the world to stop me—I stepped forward until my body pinned him in place. His breathing hitched. His heart hammered so hard I could feel it inmychest.
I tilted my head down, putting my lips close to his ear. “We’ll start now.”
“Uh, okay, but I—”
I traced the shell of his ear with my tongue, and he gasped.
“You like that?” I tugged at his ear lobe with my teeth.
He gave a muffled groan in response, his hands clenching tight on my sides. His body arched toward mine involuntarily, and I smiled. This was going to be hot as hell if he kept responding like that.
“I know you have to go to class,” I said. “This is just a taste of what’s coming.”
“God.”
I kissed along his jaw, closer and closer to his mouth. Slowly though, so slowly. Until Ethan gave a huff and turned his head, catching my lips with his.
Heat flashed through me as his tongue swept out to meet mine. He grabbed my hair, threading those long, slender fingers through the strands, and pulled me tight. I let him kiss me as hard and as long as he wanted to, reveling in Ethan taking what he needed.
An idea started to form in my mind. One that would surely test my patience and his, but it felt right.
I would read Ethan’s list of sex acts—to make sure I didn’t overstep his boundaries—but we wouldn’t do any of them until Ethan found the courage to take what he wanted.
Just like today with the passionate kiss that he was very much leading.
When he bit my lip, making me groan deep in my chest, he broke away. His eyes were wide, as if he couldn’t believe he’d done it.
“Sorry—”
“Don’t apologize. It washot.”
“Really?”
“Touch me however you want. I’m not afraid of a few bites and bruises,” I said with a wink.
