She chuckles, the sound light and melodic. “Well, trust me, no one wanted to date me in high school. My parents, they’ve always been . . . unique. And not in the quirky, fun way.”
Intrigued, I lean closer, eyes searching hers. “Anything in particular you’d like to share about them?” I’m expecting some amusing stories, like her dating tales.
Sutton smirks, her gaze playful. “Oh, you’ll see. Give it a week with them, and you’ll understand exactly what I mean.” She moves, leaning toward the table and grabbing her mug. She takes a sip from it, her eyes teasing over the rim.
“Well, I’m relieved to know you’re not a thirty-year-old virgin,” I quip, shooting her a playful grin. “I’ll get back to cooking and you . . .” I glance pointedly at the television. “Maybe pick out a movie or something. Something less tragic than what’s going on in the world right now.”
Pushing off the couch, I walk toward the kitchen, my posture slightly hunched. I’m still counting backward from a hundred trying to soften the raging hard-on I’m sporting. After that kiss I’ll probably be thinking of her in more ways than just my roommate for the next few weeks—or months.
“But you’re forgetting something about our week in New York,” Sutton’s voice trails after me.
Stopping mid-step, I glance over my shoulder, my brow raised in curiosity. “Yes, what is it?” Please let it be sex. At least a good make-out-almost-naked session. I’ll be content if I just give her oral, I bet her pussy is delicious. My fingers are itching to thrust inside her, in and out. In. And. Out. Until she screams and I drink her orgasm.
“I remember that before you swooned me with your cooking skills, you kissed me.” Gracefully, she dips a finger into her mug of hot chocolate and streaks the warm liquid across her cheek. “Yes, it was after I spilled some of this very cocoa, and you, being the gallant man you are, helped me clean up.” Sutton licks her lips. It’s so simple but so fucking sexy.
A soft laugh escapes me, seeing her playful side. She’s unabashedly flirting, and the atmosphere between us heats up considerably. I finally turn around, hoping this is my cue to ravish her . . . a permission to fuck her any way she wants me to. “Did I now?”
With a nod, she continues, her voice sultry, “You did. I was so flustered, and in my gratitude, I might’ve pulled you into a kiss.”
In a heartbeat, I’m beside her, drawn irresistibly by her charm. My hands slide around her waist, pulling her close. “Let me help you with that,” I murmur.
I gently kiss the chocolate smeared on her cheek, then trail kisses down to her lips, savoring the sweet taste of the cocoa mixed with the unique flavor that’s all Sutton. I can feel the heat radiating from her body. An electrified spark surges from the top of my head to the tip of my toes as she parts her lips, allowing me entrance.
I fist her hair with the other, angling her head and deepening the kiss I so desperately crave. Every fiber of my being wants to claim her completely, but I pull back slightly, trying to keep some semblance of control. When she lets out a soft moan, my restraint shatters a little more. It isn’t just the appeal of her body; it’s the pull of her soul, her passion, and . . . everything I’ve learned about her so far.
What the fuck is happening to me?
I’ve admired her from a distance for almost a year, but I’ve never been the sort of man who yearns for more than fleeting moments, brief encounters. Certainly not to feel this deep longing to become entwined in someone’s dreams and soul.
Suddenly, her hand presses gently against my chest, and I groan in frustration as she breaks the kiss. She’s breathless, her eyes shining with a mix of desire and determination. “We need some boundaries,” she pants.
I struggle to catch my breath, my heart racing. “Why do we need rules?” I ask, a hint of desperation in my voice. “It’s clear you feel this too. Why pull away?”
She shifts uneasily, her eyes darting to my lips and then back to my gaze, a clear sign of the internal battle she’s waging. “I can’t get involved with you,” she murmurs, her voice wavering with a mix of determination and longing. “Sure, there’s something between us, undeniable as it is. But it can’t go beyond . . . this. A fake engagement and lots of great sex—if you can deliver. We need simplicity. And love? It’s not on the table. We have to remember you’re not sticking around.”
My fingers reach out, gently brushing a few strands of hair behind her ear. I let the back of my hand linger on her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin before leaning down to plant a soft kiss on her forehead. “At this point, Sutton, I honestly don’t know what the future holds. But love? It’s not in the cards for me either. So, don’t stress about me getting attached, or you for that matter. We can enjoy this charade and fake being head over heels for each other. And as for sex . . .” I pause, smirking. “Trust me, you won’t be disappointed.”
“Cocky,” she says with amusement.
The mischievous gleam in my eyes intensifies as my fingers trace her hips. In one swift motion, I grasp the hem of her t-shirt, sliding it smoothly over her head. She inhales sharply, her chest rising and falling with the sudden breath, and her wide eyes fixate on me, a mix of anticipation and anxiety.
“Are you sure about this? We can still turn back,” I murmur.
For what seems like an eternity, she simply studies me. Then, the corners of her mouth twitch into a small, knowing smile. Without a word, I lean in, my lips brushing the edge of her mouth in a whisper-soft kiss.
“You love playing this game,” she murmurs against my skin, her voice a tantalizing mix of exasperation and amusement.
A smirk forms on my face. “Teasing you? It might become my favorite pastime. I’m curious to see how long before I make you lose that cool composure.”
She grips my hair, pulling me closer, our lips meeting in a fervent collision. The desperation in our kiss mirrors the racing of my heart. Her breath comes in short gasps as she moves against me, the heat of her body pressing against the unmistakable hardness in my jeans. There’s something intoxicating about this connection, something that makes me grateful she didn’t pull away.
Without hesitation, my hands find her jeans, skillfully unbuttoning and unzipping them. She, in turn, eagerly works on my clothes. Beneath it all, she’s wearing a simple white cotton bra and panties adorned with tiny flowers and I find her sexy.
Sutton is the epitome of sensuality.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper, lost in her.
She arches a brow, mischief in her eyes. “Don’t sweet talk me. I’m already here.”