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When she matches a rough thrust of mine, a white-hot charge of pleasure surges down my spine, and I stop the kiss. I’m not in danger of firing early, but I can’t hold back what’s on my mind.

She stares up at me with dazed eyes. I grab her chin, hold her face firmly. “You okay with all this?” I ask, my voice tight. I have to know. I need to make sure she’s good with what’s happening.

“Completely,” she says, her voice as certain as my desire.

I sigh, and it’s full of fucking gratitude that she’s on the same page. I stare into her eyes and say what I’ve longed to tell her. “I want you so much.”

It’s not poetry. It’s not even the kind of filthy smut that probably wins awards wherever awards are handed out for that. But I don’t care. It’s the truth, plain and simple.

“I want you, too, Chase,” she says.

Her answer is my greatest wish.

Letting go of her chin, I drop my face to her neck, sucking on her flesh. The scent of her cherry lotion floods my nostrils, and I’m getting high. She’s fucking cocaine to me, and God, I want more. It’s euphoric, it’s electric, the rush I get from smelling her, from moving against her, from kissing her.

“God, you smell so good,” I growl. “Do you have any idea what it’s like having you as a roommate when you go around smelling like that?”

She laughs lightly, and at the same time she tightens her legs around my ass. “How do I smell?”

“Like cherries, and sex, and cake, and all I have to do is take one whiff of you and I’m rock-hard,” I say, thrusting against her to prove my point.

She moans, stretching her neck. “You are rock-hard, and I love it. And I love that you’re turned on, because it’s the same for me with you.” She grabs my face, holding me as she grinds up into my dick. “I sniffed your shaving cream the other day.”

My eyes widen. “You did?”

“You weren’t home. I opened the medicine cabinet. I smelled it and I shivered.” Then she lowers her voice even more. “And it made me wet just thinking of you.”

Lust rattles through my bones. I swivel my hips and grind against her through all these stupid clothes. “You were that aroused?”

“God, yes,” she moans as she lets go of my face, her hands darting around to grab my ass.

“When you tugged at that towel, I fucking went crazy,” I say, and the admissions are rolling out, rattling free, spilling everywhere.

“The other morning?”

I nod as I push against her.

She gasps. “Oh God, please. I think I’m going to come like this,” she says, and that’s a battle cry if I ever heard one. I heed it. I fuck her with clothes on. She moans, and groans, and cries out. Somehow she spreads her legs wider, and then she just rocks up into me, finding a perfect rhythm against the outline of my cock.

As I thrust, I kiss her neck, travel to her ear, and nip on her earlobe. I want to hear every moan she makes up close. I want her noises in stereo. I want to drown in the sounds of her coming, in her yes, and oh God, and so close.

She digs her nails into my ass and rocks up into me. I love that she’s found what she needs. That my dick, even through clothes, is enough friction to get her off.

And when she goes, it’s like an explosion. She cries out. She moans. She writhes. And she warns me. Like I need it.

“I’m coming, oh God, I’m coming, oh my fucking God, I’m fucking coming.”

What a smoking, filthy, wonderfully dirty mouth she has. Her lips fall into an O and her eyes squeeze shut. Pleasure and torment mix exquisitely on her beautiful face. I don’t even try to separate anything anymore. I’m so fucking lost in her. I don’t pretend. I don’t want to. I can’t do anything but stare in awe at the glory of Josie coming beneath me in my bed.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she says, panting and moaning as she starts to come down. She breathes out hard and each exhalation sounds like pure satisfaction.

Then she laughs. A giggle at first. As it turns into a chuckle, I arch a brow. “Something funny?”

She shakes her head and opens her eyes. They’re glossy with lust and brimming with satisfaction. “No, I’m laughing because it was so good.”

I flash her a lopsided grin as pride surges through me. “Yeah?”

She loops her arms around my neck and tugs me down, bringing my mouth to hers and kissing me. When she breaks the kiss, she says, “Yeah, Chase. It was the definition of mind-blowing.”

I wiggle an eyebrow.

And then her busy little hand darts between us, shooting down to my briefs. She cups my dick, and I’m not even sure I can ever speak again. Words fail me. There is nothing as good as Josie touching me when I’m on the edge already.

She whistles, a low appreciative sound. “Nice package, Summers.”

What can I say? I wasn’t shortchanged when dicks were handed out.

Then she lets go, pushes on my chest, and knocks me to my back. In a second, I’m pinned. She straddles me, dropping down on my cock, rubbing against me. Her little shorts are damp, soaked all the way through. Grabbing my wrists, she pins them over my head—such a fierce little thing. Straddling me, she rocks back and forth, and holy shit, my roommate is a wild lover. She’s daring and unafraid, and she wants me. It floors me, the look in her eyes—all heat and fire, her green irises like blazing emeralds.