Page 77 of A Bossy Roommate
“Iknow.”
She drops her hands, and her outraged eyes meet mine. I half-expect them to pop out of her head.
That’s when I erupt into laughter. I let myself fall against the wall, pulling her with me, unable to stop laughing.
She bursts out too, snort-wheeze-laughing, curling into my chest, holding her stomach. With my arms around her, we watch each other laugh, only to stop and start again. Her laughter does something to me. It’s been a long time since I’ve laughed with somebody the way I’m laughing now. Seeing her laughing eyes, her laughing face, truly loving the moment snaps my resolve and has me reacting without thinking.
I grab the back of her head and pull her against my chest, my lips descending hungrily onto hers. The second my mouth touches hers, our laughter stumbles briefly—but doesn’t come to a complete stop.
We kiss-laugh.
I mean, I kiss-laugh, she kiss-snort-laughs.
But eventually the kissing gradually replaces our laughing until all that’s left is us kissing. Hungrily.
We kiss like two people possessed.
I’m losing sense of time.
My hands are all over her body. Over her tits. Over her ass.
Next thing I know, her hands seize the front of my shirt, twisting the fabric as she pulls away from me.
She straightens, thanks me for the “nice kiss,” (What the fuck?) and slips out of the room.
It takes everything in me not to pull her back. I want to fuck her so bad I can’t think straight. I’m glad she’s out of my grasp. At this point, I can’t guarantee my actions. I’m impatient, greedy. Hungry. A wild beast. Something in Eden brings out this side of me, and Jesus Christ, I would have fucked her into oblivion.
I let myself fall onto the bed, landing on my back, arms outstretched.
Somewhere between thekiss and two hours after that, I doze off. In my half-asleep state, the dreamy events that follow our kiss are different—to aslightdegree.
Marginal, really.
We kiss like two people possessed.
My hands are all over her ass and tits.
Next thing I know is her hands seizing the front of my shirt, twisting the fabric as she pulls me closer, urging me to take it off.
My shirt is gone in no time, and I press her against the wall.
Seeing her all fired up has me hard as a rock.
“You’re mine,” I growl. “Nothing will stop me from hearing you scream my name.”
I tug at the waistband of her pants and slide my hand underneath the tight fabric. Her skin is hot. If she thinks I’ve forgotten her favor the night before, she’s sorely mistaken. Ultimately, I’m all set to reciprocate the gesture. I slip my fingersinto her panties, causing her to spasm against me. She’s wet. Drenched.
Her hands are harsh and impatient when she tugs at my belt. She’s going straight for the jackpot, that’s how wild she is for me. Once the buckle is undone quicker than I can blink (“good job there,wifey”), she goes straight to rubbing my cock over my jeans.
Without warning, I brush my fingers against her clit while simultaneously biting down on her bottom lip. Her gasp is breathless and beautiful.
My lips trail down her chin to that silky smooth neck of hers. I nibble, bite, and suck on the sensitive flesh while my fingers coax an orgasm out of her. Already her thighs tremble, and her kisses are feverish. She won’t last long.
“Carter…” she breathes out in a harsh whisper.
I know what that means.
With one hand still between her legs, I use the other to push her panties down the swell of those tantalizing hips. I’ve never seen anybody step out of their clothes and kick them away as eagerly as Eden does. Urgency unlike anything I’ve ever felt with anyone else takes hold of me.