The Roommate Agreement(46)

“All for nothing? Here’s an idea—shut up, and I’ll start the conversation by showing you just how much I want you.”

“You have to keep your pants on, remember? That’s part of the room—” I finished on a squeal. He’d closed the distance between us in seconds and with his hands under my arms, he tossed me backward on the sofa.

I bounced on the soft cushions, but there was no chance of me finishing my sentence. Jay leaned over me, sliding his body between my legs, and kissed me. I melted easily into the kiss, easing my hands up over his shoulders.

I hadn’t aimed for this, but I can’t say I was mad about it.

He kissed me firmly and deeply, his tongue teasing the seam of my mouth before he flicked it against mine. I whimpered at the feel of his cock hardening against me, and my fingers twitched where they were gripping his shoulders.

Every time he moved, just the slightest jerk, his cock pressed harder and harder at the seam of my shorts.

He ran one of his large hands up and down my thigh, his fingers just skirting beneath my shorts before he pulled them back and gripped my ass, pushing himself harder against me.

My breath caught between kisses, and he smiled against me. I didn’t have to look to know it was a cocky, self-assured one.

He’d wanted to tell me, but he was doing one better.

He was showing me.

I still didn’t understand. I didn’t understand entirely why he was kissing me as passionately as he was or why he was so hard for me, but it was okay. Any reason he gave for doing it in this moment was a-okay with me.

Because, for the first time in my life, I felt the kind of magic I’d only ever written about.

I wanted to drown in this moment. To sink into him, into the kiss, and never come back up for air.

I wanted to wrap myself around him like a cocoon and stay there, holding him against me, so he could do nothing but kiss me.

And finally, finally, I knew what it was really like to be kissed. To be kissed so deeply and so real that you felt it down to your soul.

That’s what kissing Jay was like.

The most real kiss I’d ever experienced.

With my best friend.

Holy shit. I was shamelessly making out with—and rubbing my clitoris against—my best friend and his rock-hard cock.

I couldn’t help it.

I burst out laughing.

It made Jay pause and pull back, looking down at me with curiosity in his eyes. “That’s the first time that’s ever happened.”

I clapped both hands over my mouth, doing my best to stem the giggles, but I couldn’t. This day had been such a rollercoaster, and I didn’t know if this laughter was simply nerves or because I was making out with my best friend.

Jay sighed, pushing himself upright. I scooted back from him so I could sit, too, and dipped my head until I had myself under control.

As much as I could, that was. I mean, my clitoris was throbbing like nobody’s business. If it got much worse, I’d need a doctor. Or an orgasm.

Unfortunately, if I kept laughing, I didn’t think an orgasm was likely.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered behind my fingers, the laughter finally subsiding. “I just—I realized it was you I was making out with and I couldn’t control it. Hell, I just rubbed myself against you like a bear rubbing against a tree.”

“That’s the strangest euphemism for dry-humping I’ve ever heard.” He blinked at me. “And, like I said, never been laughed at during a make-out session before.”

“It’s not—shit. It’s not you. I mean, it is, but it isn’t. Not your kissing. You’re very good at that. And, you know, it’s not too shabby feeling down there either.” I pointed directly at his erection before I snatched my hand back.

Why did I do that?

Jay was still looking at me with confusion, but there was a hefty amount of amusement mixing with it now, too.

Oh, God, I needed to talk myself out of this.

“You’re my best friend. And that’s a sizeable tree in your pants.”

Scratch that. I needed to stop talking.

Jay ran his tongue over his lower lip. “I am familiar with the size of my penis.”

“Good, good.”

Why did I say that?

Jesus, I was so bad with words for someone who used them for a living.

“I mean—” I hesitated. “I don’t think I know where I’m going with this if I’m honest. I think I’m just talking for the sake of it.”

“You think?”

“Yeah.” I let go of a shuddery breath. “Can you talk instead?”

His lips quirked to one side. “Nah. I’m quite enjoying you doing this. It’s an improvement on earlier.”

I groaned, pressing my face into my hands. My chin and jaw were sore from the stubble that dotted his, and my lips were swollen and tender, but no matter how awkward it was, I wanted to remember this. I wanted to remember what it felt like for him to kiss me the way he had.

Just in case he didn’t want to kiss my awkward little ass ever again.

“You done?” Amusement laced his tone.

Wait, was he laughing?

I dropped my hands. He was. He was fucking laughing at me.

“Don’t laugh at me!” I leaned forward and swatted his arm.

He rubbed his mouth. “Sorry. You’re adorable when you get all tied up like that. It was fun.”