Page 33 of The Roommate Game

Well,Iwas in shock, anyway.

“That was good,” Rafe whispered, his fingers dancing along his bottom lip.

“No, it was amazing.”

He inclined his head. “Yeah. I guess you weren’t overselling your skills.”

“Right,” I chuckled, rubbing my nape awkwardly. “I should?—”

“Go to bed. Yes, me too.”

But as he started to walk away, I pulled him back and kissed him again.

More intense, more heated…and holy fuck, a hint of sweet friction.

I almost lost it. I wanted nothing more than to hump, grind, and slide my pole against his. But some semblance of sanity resurfaced.

I broke the kiss, panting.

Rafe opened his mouth and closed it, hiking a thumb in the general direction of the stairs. “I should…”

“Yep. See ya.”

He bumped my elbow, playfully pushing me out of his way. “Good night.”

I stepped sideways, but at the last second, I grabbed his wrist and tugged. “Hey, are we cool?”

Rafe pursed his lips and smiled shyly. “We’re cool.”

I waited till his footsteps sounded on the stairs to adjust my semi. My heart was still beating too fast, but I couldn’t do much about that.

I’d kissed my roommate. That had happened.

And you know what? I had no regrets.

CHAPTER 11

RAFE

I hadthe worst night’s sleep ever. I tossed and turned and fantasized about the hockey jock snoring down the hall. Wicked fantasies, too. They all featured Gus pinning me to the wall and having his way with me. It started with a spine-tingling kiss and graduated to me worshiping his cock on my knees, begging him to fuck my mouth.

I came with a muffled cry, spurting cum on my abs and on the hem of my Snoopy ice-skating tee.

Judge me. I know you want to. God knew I was judging me, too. I was the world’s biggest hypocrite. Oh, how quickly I’d succumbed to my basest instincts. This horny episode had to be the result of an extended dry spell. I’d gone so long without sex that my hulk of a roommate had unwittingly become the object of my desire.

Poor Gus.

Not that I thought we had a real problem on our hands. That had been a rogue kiss. Nothing to get excited about. He’d offered, I’d said yes, and that was it…end of story.

Okay, it was two kisses and I’d felt his erection. I’d been one bad idea away from grabbing his ass and rubbing up on him for all I was worth.

I wanted Gus. Badly. And if I were being honest, this situation had been slowly escalating for weeks. Loathing to a grudging truce to friendship, and now…lust.

Big lust.

I mean…look at him, slouched at the kitchen table, sleep-mussed and casually cool in a pair of gray sweats and a faded Smithton T-shirt. His hair was messy and his eyes had that droopy, precaffeinated sheen. Why was that so sexy?

“Mornin’.” Gus slid a steaming mug toward me. “I heard you coming down the stairs and poured you a cup.”