Page 76 of Roommate Wars
She leaned forward and stroked my cock, and lightning bolts went off in my head.
“Whoa.” I wiggled out of her reach and moved so that my waist was between her thighs. “Let’s hold off on that for a minute.” I slid my hands under her shirt and rolled it up on the bottom, watching her as I did. “You have soft skin.”
“No, I don’t,” she said, her words light and airy and distracted.
“You do.” I kissed her stomach and then one rib at a time, running my fingers across her belly to her side, then back up again. “Very soft.”
Her head tipped back, and she absently gripped my biceps as I inched her top higher to reveal small, firm breasts. She’d changed into a sports bra at some point, which I carefully moved out of the way.
“But these are the softest part.” I kissed her nipple, running my tongue over her areola, then pushed her breast up and sucked gently, licking. “And you taste amazing.”
“How does a person taste good?” she said breathily.
I looked up until she focused on me. “Everything about you is to my taste, Elise.”
She studied me for a beat, and I wondered if she understood my meaning. “You already know I like the way you smell,” she said. “There’s a reason I wear your clothes to bed, and it isn’t because I don’t have any. I could borrow from Sophia if I needed to.”
“Really?” I’d never considered why she still wore my clothes. Figured it was a convenience thing, or that she didn’t want to spend the money. And I didn’t mind because it was sexy as hell.
She nodded, her expression serious.
That acknowledgement sent my heart racing. I scooted up and kissed her. Then I ran my hands down her sides and lifted the shirt over her head, along with the sports bra.
For a second, she was tangled in the clothes and giggling at the bra caught on her arm, and then it was gone and there was nothing between us. I stilled and enjoyed the feel of her skin against mine. I could die a happy man right now.
And then Elise grabbed my dick.
I groaned. “What did I say about that?”
She was grinning. “I forgot.”
I slid the boxers she was wearing down her legs—and the woman wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I looked at her with a heated gaze. “You’ve been naked this entire time?”
She blinked. “Not naked; I was wearing your boxers.”
“But you always wear underwear underneath.”
“Do I?” Her look was mischievous.
My mouth gaped. “The one time I asked you if you wore anything underneath the boxers, you said you did.”
She grinned. “White lie.”
I let out a slow breath.Calm down, Townsend, or you’ll unman yourself in front of the woman you love.
Fuck.
I loved Elise. And she’d freak out if I told her. I wasn’t the only commitment-phobe in this duo.
She was kissing me lightly down my chest, which would quickly speed up the unmanning process if I didn’t stop it soon.
I scooted down and eased her legs apart before kissing up her thigh. “My turn.” Before she could reply, I was already tonguing her beauty. “Tastes good here too, Hot Stuff.”
“Don’t talk while you do that!” she snapped, gripping my head and holding me there.
I pressed my palm lightly to her chest because she was getting feisty, and fingered her nipple while I tongued her, hitting a sensitive spot. She started moaning and rocking into my mouth.
I did not move.
