“In case of you,” he said. He swallowed and looked away, suddenly shy. “Not that I expected…I didn’t even really hope for it. I just wanted you to like me.”
I felt like I was melting inside. I turned his face back to mine and kissed him again. “Idolike you, Steven. I like you a whole lot and only a little bit of that is because of your abs.”
The truth of it knocked the breath out of me. I genuinelylikedhim. It shook me to my core. Now was not the time to catch feelings for my roommate. I was pregnant. My friends hated him. It was the worst possible timing, and Steven was the worst possible man.
And right now, I didn’t care about any of that. All I cared about was that he kissed me with my face cupped in his hands like I was something precious. The way his fingers gently skimmed down my throat, traced the vest’s deep v neckline, calloused fingertips rough against the soft skin of my breasts, and met in the middle at the top button.
“Still yes?” he murmured against my mouth.
“Yes,” I breathed back.
“Thank fuck,” he said, and popped open the first button.
He tilted his head to kiss the base of my throat, then laved his tongue down my cleavage while his quick fingers undid the rest of the buttons. I gasped and panted, my nipples tingled, and I arched my chest into his face. He nuzzled closer, notseeming to mind that at all. I felt his lips curve in a smile as he maneuvered me out of my vest.
He pulled back to look at me. “Interesting. I had you pegged as a fancy lingerie kind of girl. But I like this.” He tugged at the strap of my plain white cotton bra.
“Cotton is all I can wear now,” I confessed. “My breasts are too sensitive for anything else.”
His hands stilled. “Good sensitive or bad sensitive?”
I liked that, that he cared about what felt good for me and what didn’t. “Good sensitive.”If you like walking around permanently horny. “I could probably come just from you playing with my nipples.”
“Really?” He eyed my breasts speculatively. “Let’s find out.”
He dipped his head and licked over my nipple through my bra in one broad stroke. The sound that came out of me was unholy.
His head snapped up to look at me, his eyes nearly black. “Jesus, Chloe.”
And then his mouth was instantly on me again, hot and hungry. He circled my nipple with slow, sucking kisses while I writhed on his lap, caught between agony and pleasure. When he finally drew my nipple into his mouth, I nearly sobbed with relief. His hot tongue toyed with me through the fabric until it was damp and clinging to my skin and then shifted to my other breast.
My core turned to molten liquid. I could actually come from this. Just this. Just his mouth on my breasts and my fingers digging into his scalp.
He pulled back and stared at my nipples, peaked and rosy through the translucent white cotton. “Look at you,” he whispered, rubbing his thumbs over the wet spots. “Fuck, princess,lookat you.”
“Don’t stop,” I panted, pushing on his temple to urge him back down.
With a low laugh, he complied. He snaked one hand behind my back and unclasped my bra and tossed it aside. My hips rocked as he took my breast in his mouth again. I couldn’t stop the noises I made, the low moans and wanton gasps.
He tore his mouth from my nipple on a groan as his hands frantically worked at his belt. If I hadn’t been every bit as desperate as he was, I might have laughed. I had never seen him clumsy before. The instant he freed himself from his jeans, my hand wrapped around him, my fingers not quite meeting, and squeezed.
He froze.
“Still yes?” I teased, sure of the answer.
“No,” he gritted out.
I reeled back. “What?”
“I don’t have a condom.” He thunked his head against the headboard. “I mean, I do, but about a thousand feet away in my bedroom.”
Oh. Thank god. “I can’t get more pregnant than I already am, and I had the battery of STI tests. I’m safe.”
“But I might not be. It’s been several months since I’ve been with anyone, but I haven’t been tested in a year.”
I dragged my mouth up his throat, sucking at the pulse point beneath his jaw. “I’m sure it’s fine.”
He laughed hoarsely and clamped his hands around my hips, stopping their movement. “Chloe, it isnotfine. Please don’t tempt me, princess. I would do anything to keep you safe, but my brain is operating on a very low blood supply right now.”
