Page 82 of Tapped By My Roommate
That hadn’t really changed. Except now I knew that Ethan did still want me. He wasn’t done with me anymore than I was done with him.
“Is this okay?” Ethan asked, breath tickling my nipple. It tingled, pebbling up. “Me, still being here?”
I tightened my arms around him reflexively, as if to keep him from leaving. “I’m glad you’re here.”
He tipped his head back to meet my gaze. He smiled tentatively. “Me too.”
I rolled him under me, kissing him hard. I couldn’t resist that sweet, vulnerable smile. He parted his legs, wrapping them around my waist. Holding me now, the way I’d held him all night.
“What are your plans today?” I asked.
“I don’t know. What are yours?”
“Staying in bed with you.”
His breath caught. “That sounds like a good plan.”
I kissed along his jaw, down the column of his neck, detouring to suck his Adam’s apple. He hissed, gripping my shoulders.
“Actually, I, uh…” He sighed as I kissed the hollow of his throat softly before heading down toward his chest. “Thereissomething important I have to do.”
I paused, looking up. He bit his lip, face flushed with arousal. “Do you have to do it right now?”
“N-no,” he stuttered as I flicked his nipple with my tongue.
I smiled deviously before biting down on the sharp peak. He arched, pushing his chest harder against my mouth. I stroked his nipple with my tongue, then bit down again. He jerked.
“Shit!”
I kissed across to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. By the time I was making my way down his stomach, Ethan seemed lost in a lust haze. But my conscience made me pause to ask, “What is it you have to do today?”
“What?” He was breathless, chest heaving. His hard cock pressed into my abdomen like an iron bar. I spared a look down, taking in the length of his body, all that quivering flesh covered in goosebumps. His nipples were tight, red, puffy points after my playing, and his cock curved up between us, flushed dark red and oozing precum.
“You mentioned needing to do something?”
“Oh.” He let out a shuddering breath, then pushed his hips up, grinding into me. “Fuck, I can’t think.”
I smiled smugly. I liked driving a cerebral guy like Ethan so wild that he could no longer string together a sentence. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Still, I kept my hands and my mouth to myself, letting him calm enough to answer the question. After a couple of beats, he said, “I’m going to get Zilla today.”
That surprised me. “Did Tess finally agree to give her back?”
Ethan’s laugh was ragged. “No. She won’t ever. So, um…I’m just going to have to take her.”
I raised my brows. “You mean, like, steal her?”
“It’s not really theft. She’s mine,” Ethan said defensively. “And she’s not an object. She’s a living creature, and I’m just…just…rehoming her.”
“That sounds risky,” I said cautiously.
Ethan started to sit up, an awkward maneuver since my body was pinning his lower half to the mattress. “I’m not asking for your help. I can—”
“Of course I’m going to help,” I interrupted.
If Ethan was going to kidnap a lizard—or at the minimum, confront Tess and force the issue—I had no intention of letting him do it alone.
“Just tell me you have a plan beyond showing up there.”
