The American Roommate Experiment (Spanish Love Deception #2)(104)

And God, I wanted to fuck her. Venerate her body. Give her pleasure. With my hands. My mouth. My cock if I’d ever be so lucky. I wanted to treat her like she deserved to be treated, like a gift.

There was no way around it. All of that was there, bubbling under my skin. Demanding to be appeased.

My hands fell to my hips, and I… God. It had been a long time since I relieved all this pressure.

Our living arrangement had lots of perks, but it also had one big disadvantage: the lack of rooms. Of walls. Privacy. We’d proved as much this morning.

The image of Rosie, shifting in my lap, flashed behind my eyes, setting my skin on fire, making my hand slip low, encouraged by the water falling down the sleek planes of my body. Incapable of stopping myself, I finally gave in to the overpowering need I’d been trying to keep at bay for hours and curled my fingers around my cock.

A groan slipped out of my mouth.

Jesus, I was so fucking hard. I was shocked I hadn’t burst when I’d had her body tucked against my lap. Pinned underneath me.

With a labored breath, I stroked myself, base to tip. And my legs almost buckled beneath me.

Bracing my other hand on the cool and slippery tiles of the shower, I continued fisting my hard length. Slow, rough strokes that had me shut my eyes in pain and relief. Torture and pleasure.

My mind summoned images from that morning when it had been Rosie’s ass stroking me. I pictured myself flipping her on her belly, readying myself to make her scream the way I’d promised her. My fist moved up and down my length, keeping the rhythm as I imagined her taste, the feel of her soft body underneath mine, the pink of her skin, the curl of her lips when I finally gave her the orgasm we both craved.

Me vuelve loco.

She drove me crazy. Just the thought of her did, and I’d tell her myself. I’d gladly watch her squirm out of her skin with lust when I hummed those words in Spanish the way she loved so much. I—

“Lucas?”

Her voice broke through the haze, coiling around me like smoke.

“Rosie?” I replied, longing and surprise coating her name.

Without stopping my hand, because I couldn’t, I just couldn’t stop, I turned around. Rosie stood in the open bathroom doorway, in her coat, her keys dangling off her hand. Her cheeks were a deep shade of pink I wanted to taste with my tongue, and she was transfixed. Her eyes on my fist as it closed around my cock.

“Rosie, mi ángel,” I rasped out, turning my body. Letting her see all of me because I was at her mercy. I wasn’t even ashamed when I told her, “This is what you do to me.”

Her throat bobbed and I saw her whole body reacting to the sight. At me naked, stroking myself under the water stream. The green in her eyes liquefied. Her blush spread. Her mouth turned into a beautiful O I was already fantasizing about. Over my skin, around my hardness, on my mouth.

My cock got harder.

“I can’t stop,” I said, my voice gravel, desperate, forcing my hand to slow down.

Rosie’s gaze met mine. “Don’t stop.” Those glassy eyes confirming that she wasn’t appalled by my lack of control. Not at all. She was excited, flattered. In need. “I heard a cry, and I thought you were hurt.”

I let my forehead drop to the glass door of the shower, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. “I am in pain, ángel.” I pushed away, straightening my back, looking at her straight in her eyes, giving her a show if that was what she wanted. “So much I had to fuck myself.”

She shifted, her gaze returning to my fist. My cock. And I stroked myself harder. Bringing myself closer and closer to the edge. Her eyes moved lower, and I saw the shock, the concern, in her eyes when she noticed the scar on my knee.

“Eyes up, Rosie,” I commanded. I was ready to detonate like a goddamn bomb and I wanted her with me.

She obeyed. And soon, her hand absentmindedly going to her chest, her palm moving down to rest between her breasts.

“You like what you see, Rosie?” I asked her, enraptured by the look of bliss on her face. “You like seeing me like this? Being responsible for it?”

She nodded her head. “So much.”

Fuck.

“Rosie,” I gritted between my teeth. “Rosie. The things I want to tell you. To do to you.”

She swallowed, and we were suspended in time for a long moment. Then, slowly, very slowly, she let the keys drop to the floor. She opened her coat, revealing the plaid button-down shirt I’d watched her put on that morning. Very delicately, like we weren’t in a rush, and she didn’t know that I was about to come out of my skin with pure lust, she let her coat fall to the floor.

“We’re past playing coy. Tell me everything,” she said, meeting my gaze with something that did mad, crazy things to me. “I want to hear it. I want you to watch me like I’m watching you.”

A groan rumbled in my chest, climbing up my throat and leaving me in a burst. “You want me to tell you how to tease your beautiful body the way I would? Want to give me a show and make me crazy like only you can?”

She nodded, her eyes tipping down to my fist, and back up to my face.

I felt myself baring my teeth, the beast unbound, severing and slipping out of the leash.

“Unbutton that shirt,” I instructed, and she did, tugging hard at the neckline of her shirt. So hard that the two top buttons snapped and dropped to the floor, revealing a cotton bra. I let out a grunt of desperation at the sight. “Bring that hand back to your breast.”