Page 38 of Tapped By My Roommate
I remembered vaguely that Rhett had said we should do dinner and a movie, but I’d been more focused on thehanging outpart than anything else. I’d been waiting for this moment, wondering what it’d be like to do more than kiss Rhett for so long that it hardly felt real now that it had arrived.
Rhett patted the futon. “Yep. How about one of the Godzilla movies you own?”
That surprised me out of my stupor. I dropped down beside him. “You don’t want to watch that. It’ll bore you.”
“Good.” He waited until I’d turned to look at him—then waggled his brows. “We can make out during the boring parts.”
My heart lurched. “There’s a lot of boring parts. At least, that’s what other people tell me.”
“You like it though?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s good enough for me. Turn it on.”
I picked up the remote and nearly fumbled it when he put his hand on my thigh. Even through my jeans, it felt hot.
“This okay?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I managed to say, but my tight throat made my voice sound strangled. Rhett didn’t comment on my reaction to my relief. I tapped a couple of buttons to call up my movie queue and turned on a more recent Godzilla movie: the 2019 one. Rhett might be willing to watch the classic with me, but I didn’t want to test his patience too much.
As the movie began to play, it couldn’t hold my interest. Rhett’s hand on my leg was too distracting. We watched in silence, Rhett seemingly focused on the screen while I couldn’t think of anything but our proximity. I shifted, unable to relax, my whole body tense and waiting for…something. Anything.
“You okay?” he asked. “You seem uncomfortable.”
“Fine, just…” My heart thundered. My skin felt too tight. I wanted—no,needed—something to happen. We were so close, his hand a heavy, hot weight on my leg, and still, it wasn’t enough.
“What is it?” He sounded concerned. “I can give you more space, if you want.”
“No, just…” Fuck, he looked as if he wanted to move away, not closer. Why couldn’t I just say what I wanted? “Just, um…”
He raised his eyebrows, waiting, so damn patient. With a frustrated groan, I grabbed his neck and tugged him toward me. He practically fell into me, but it brought his lips within reach.
I kissed him desperately, eagerly, messily. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, not holding back, and pulled him closer, closer, until we were horizontal, and I could feel his body pressing down on me.
Rhett pulled back to gasp for breath. “Damn, Ethan. That was…”
“I’m sorry.” I started to sit up. “That was probably a terrible kiss.”
Rhett pressed down on my shoulder, keeping me in place. “Are you joking? That was hot as hell.”
“But I practically shoved my tongue down your throat.”
“Mm, yeah. Why don’t you do that again?”
Before I could ask if he was serious, his mouth was on mine again. This kiss was better than the last. Not because I was less frantic and messy. But because his entire body blanketed me, a delicious pressure from chest to hips. Having him on top of me like this was reassuring. He wanted to be here with me, wanted to kiss me.
Rhett teased my tongue with his, more expert in his make-out skills than I was. He sucked my bottom lip, flirted with my tongue, then gradually took the kiss deeper.
I clung to him, arching up for more contact—and gasping with my cock rubbed against his thigh. He pulled back a few inches, a smile on his red, shiny lips. “We’re missing the movie.”
“I’ve seen it a million times,” I said, tugging him back down.
He laughed against my mouth before indulging me. We kissed for so long I lost track of time. It felt so good, but my body wasn’t satisfied. I rocked my hips up, unable to resist the burst of pleasure I got from each bit of friction against his thigh. I could feel the hard ridge of his cock against my hip. I wanted to tell him we could do more, but I was too nervous.
It was easier to keep kissing him, to keep rocking against him in wordless pleasure.
Rhett trailed kisses along my jaw and to my neck, stopping at my bowtie. He pushed up, fingering the silky fabric. “As cute as this is, I think it’s time for it to come off.”
