The Roommate Agreement(55)
I smiled.
So did he.
Jay dipped his head and kissed me slowly. I savored every second. The more he kissed me, the easier it was to forget who we were to each other.
Right now, as he moved his lips over mine and made my heart beat faster and faster, he wasn’t my best friend. I could almost imagine that he was nobody more than a guy I’d met who I liked. Who I’d been on a date with. Who I didn’t want to leave at the door.
Could I?
Could I pull him into my room and have sex with him? At this point, there was really no turning back anyway.
It was a little painful to admit, but Jay was everything I’d ever wanted in a guy. He could be sweet, he made me laugh more than anyone else, his smile gave me butterflies, he could turn me on with one tiny kiss…
I could see it. I could see a relationship working.
I mean, he did clean the sink after he’d shaved earlier, and that was pretty sexy.
I gripped his shirt tightly and pulled him backward toward my bedroom door.
“Shelby?” he said against my mouth.
“Yeah?”
“Have you thought this through?”
“Yes. I figure we’ve already reached the point of no return.” I leaned against my closed door, hand on the handle, and gazed up at him. “You saw me singing into a mop and still want to date me, so we may as well go the whole way before I get the giggles again.”
He smirked. “True. That was quite the hit to my ego.”
“Then shut up and come here before it happens again.” I dragged him to me as I opened the door.
He captured my hips with his hands as he kissed me. The heat that had teased me only minutes earlier rushed through me with a vengeance. It was fire when we touched, and in mere seconds, my body came completely alive.
My fingers were already fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. I was more excited than I should have been for this moment. I’d had his abs paraded around in front of me for weeks, and now they were finally mine to touch.
It was like Christmas but for my clitoris.
I finally got the last button undone as he reached up for the zipper for my dress. I slipped my hands inside his shirt, pressing them against his sides, and he hissed in a breath.
“How the hell are your hands so cold?”
“They match my heart,” I quipped.
“Says the romance writer.”
“Keep talking; I’ll start a murder mystery, and you’ll be my first victim.”
He chuckled, unzipping my dress in one swift movement. “No, I won’t.” He lowered his lips back to mine before I could retort, and I melted against his body.
Man, he really could kiss.
The gentle ache between my legs became a more urgent throb of need, and I whimpered as he took my lower lip between his teeth. It was like there was a direct jolt of pleasure straight between my legs, and he smiled against my lips, gripping my ass.
It pressed my body flush against his. His cock was rock solid, pressing against my stomach, and my hips rocked involuntarily.
His tongue stroked the seam of my mouth, and I met his with mine, deepening the kiss. Each kiss tugged at something deep inside me, and by the time he slid his hands up to pull my dress down, I was about ready to plead for him to get on with it.
Goosebumps coated my skin as he pushed my dress down. It pooled at my feet and I stepped out of it.. I shrank three inches as I did so, and Jay jolted, laughing as the kiss broke because of our height difference.
He shucked off his shirt and guided me to the bed. I barely had a chance to be conscious of my body before he covered it with his and kissed me again.
I wanted to wrap myself around him and not let go. It was becoming a recurring feeling whenever he kissed me, but it was particularly strong now that his skin was directly against mine.
He was too clothed right now, but I was about to rectify that.
I reached between us and tugged on the belt loops on his jeans. He got the hint, sitting up. I propped myself up on my hands and watched as he undid the button and the zipper, never taking his eyes off me.
He didn’t say a word as he dropped them to the floor and stepped out of them.
He even stopped to take off his socks.
Now that was sexy.
“Make sure you pick those up,” I muttered when he resumed position over me, and I was on my back again.
He laughed, grazing his teeth over my lower lip. “I love how you’re practically naked under me and all you can think about is the roommate agreement.”
“It’s not all I can think about,” I argued. “Besides, the rules are there for a reason.”
“Yeah?” He dropped his head and kissed along my jaw. “What about the rules about pants and wearing proper clothes?”
I gasped as he pulled my hips snug against his and his cock pressed against my sensitive clitoris. “Those rules are temporarily suspended.”
“That’s what I thought.” He kissed me again, pulling my legs up so they were hooked over his hips. I ran my fingers up his arms and over his shoulders, down his chest and stomach and back up his sides, exploring every inch of him I could reach while he rocked his hips against mine.
I moaned. At this rate, he wouldn’t even need to be inside me. I’d come from the pressure of him against me alone. I was wet as hell, and when another tiny moan escaped me, Jay smiled against my mouth.