The Roommate Agreement(56)

He adjusted his body just enough so that he could reach down between us. His fingers trailed across my stomach until they slipped beneath my panties, moving through my wetness. His thumb brushed my clit, and I shuddered, cupping the back of his neck to keep his mouth on mine.

He teased me, fully moving my panties to the side, and ran two fingers over my clit and down farther. He eased them inside me, one at a time, and my hips moved to give him easier access.

I gasped into his mouth as he moved his hand, fucking me with his fingers while he did the same to my mouth with his tongue. Heat prickled across my skin, especially when his thumb touched my clit.

My hips bucked into his hand, and I moaned, pressing myself against him.

But he didn’t let me come.

Nope.

Slowly, he withdrew his fingers from me when I was on the very brink of orgasm, and my next moan was for a whole damn different reason.

“Not fair,” I murmured when he moved and gripped the waistband of his boxers.

He grinned shamelessly, letting go of his underwear and taking hold of mine instead. He pulled them swiftly down my legs and tossed them onto the floor before he turned his attention back to his own.

Jay stood and was just about to take his boxers down when he paused. “Do you have a condom?”

I opened my mouth, then froze.

I did not.

“Do you have a condom?” I shot back.

He shook his head.

“What the hell? Not even in your wallet? Aren’t guys supposed to carry them everywhere? Is that all a myth? I feel so betrayed.”

He fought his laughter. “Well, I haven’t had sex in nine months, so why would I have some? I thought you would since you dragged me in here.”

“I don’t!” I pulled the pillow from just above my head and smothered myself with it, screaming into it.

He didn’t even try to hide his laugh this time. The pillow was yanked out of my hands, and he leaned over me. “Shelby. I know you’re on the pill. Do you trust me?”

I met his stunning green gaze. I knew what he was asking. He wanted to do this without a condom.

“More than anyone else,” I replied, leaning up to kiss him.

He returned it enthusiastically, pausing only to finally take off his damn underwear. I reached between us and wrapped my hand around his shaft, slowly pumping my fist. He was long and thick, the perfect size, and the more I touched him, the more turned on I was.

His kisses got deeper as he got harder, and when he fisted hair at the nape of my neck and tugged my head back so he could kiss down to my collarbone, I adjusted my hips, rubbing the head of his cock against my clit.

It felt so damn good that I just wanted to keep doing that until I came, but I wanted him more, so I slipped him inside me, slowly taking him deeper and deeper.

He groaned into my mouth, one hand down at my ass and gripping it tightly. He rocked into me, taking it slow and easy. I ran my hands over his body again and wrapped my legs around his waist, kissing him as he moved.

I felt him everywhere. Jay being inside me was like a drug—I didn’t know if I would be able to get enough of this sensation. I was hooked, gripping onto his shoulders as he moved faster, pumping his cock inside me as if he was forcing my orgasm out from me.

He didn’t have to force hard. It was building, swirling through my veins in a kaleidoscope of sensations. Hair stood up on my arms. Goosebumps prickled across my breasts. Muscles twitched in my legs. And it was pure pleasure, taking me on a high, hurtling through my body as I tightened my grip on him wherever I was touching him.

He joined me right as I was coming down from the high, groaning my name into the side of my neck. His lips burned where he touched me, and as I ran my fingers through his hair, still breathing heavily, I knew one thing.

Everything had changed.





CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE – SHELBY


No Pants Are The Best Pants



“We need to talk.”

Jay blinked at me. “I just stepped through the door.”

“Really? I thought you’d flown in through the window.” I rolled my eyes. “In light of the changing circumstances in our relationship, we need to talk.”

“Oh, good,” he drawled, shutting the door behind him and dumping his gym bag. “Those are the four words anyone likes to hear less than twenty-four hours after sex.”

I shot him a withering look. “I ordered food.”

“Is it pizza?”

“I got salad with it.”

“Your diet—”

“Is shit, I know, and I don’t care right now.” I grinned and pointed my pen at him. “We need to discuss the roommate agreement.”

He eyed me speculatively as he pulled juice from the fridge. “You’re not going to make me sign a relationship agreement, are you?”

“No. We’re not quite there yet.”

“Shelby, we had one date, and where did I wake up this morning?” He quirked a brow. “In your bed. I think we’re there.”

“We had one date. Unless we have another and agree to be exclusive, we’re not there.”

“All right. Let’s go out tonight, and you’re now my girlfriend. How does that sound?”

He was insufferable. “You can’t just declare that I’m your girlfriend. Relationships aren’t dictatorships. You can’t make that decision.”