Page 86 of The Roommate Subtext

“Does this make you wet?” he asked, voice low and husky and rough, hand still firm in her hair, and she had never heard Blake sound like that before.

“Yes.” She could only whisper, too overcome for words.

With his free hand, he brushed his thumb across her lower lip. “And do you like it?”

Maggie tried to nod, couldn’t move her head, and a noise slipped out that was more of a whimper. “Yes.”

He exhaled in a half laugh and released her hair. “Then I think we’re OK, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart. She surged forward to kiss him. God, she needed to get her mouth on him, lust burning through her along with something deeper, more tender and vulnerable that she wasn’t quite ready to examine. His lips parted under hers. She needed to be closer and ran her hands down to his waistband, his hips twitching when she finally pressed against his erection through his pants.

“Hey now.” He smiled against her mouth, his hand catching her by the wrist. “Getting ahead of yourself?”

“I want you.” She tried to pull away, but he held her tight.

“Do you want to take this slow?” His voice was almost steady, a small tremor in the end. “Or do you want me to take you apart?”

“Fuck.” She was nearly panting. “Take me apart. I’m done fooling around.”

“You know I know your kinks.” He twisted her hand around behind her back. “How does that make you feel?”

Maggie licked her lips. “Wet.”

“Fuck,” he groaned.

“I like when you swear.” She grinned up at him, to which he grabbed her other wrist and pinned it behind her with the first.

“I told you I do. You just didn’t believe me.” He leaned in to suck at her earlobe, and her legs went wobbly. When she pulled her wrists, he held her pinned there. “Tell me to stop anytime.” He kissed her, catching her bottom lip between his teeth for a moment. “I’ll stop if you ask.”

She chased after his kiss, but he smiled and pulled away.

“Your room or mine?”

She returned his smile at that. They’d already done this in her room. “Let’s go to yours this time.”

“Mmm, good.” He nuzzled at her jaw. “I have all my favorite toys in there.”

“What?” she asked, but he was already pulling her inside.

He drew the blinds as she closed the door behind them. Then he turned on his bedside lamp, casting a soft glow. “I want to see you.” He stepped away from her and looked her up and down. “All of you. Take off your clothes.”

Undressing via command felt different and delicious. She first unzipped her long boots and set them by the bureau, then tugged her sweater dress over her head. She peeled back layers until she stood before him in only her lacy bra and panties.

His eyes drank her in. “When I saw you in these earlier,” he said quietly, “I hoped I’d get to see them again.”

Maggie smiled. “You want to see what’s under them?” She removed the rest.

Blake groaned at the sight of her naked body. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, voice quiet but clear in the stillness of the room. “God, I’ve been thinking so much about you.” He closed that small distance between them. “Legs apart, sweetheart,” he said. “Hands behind your back.”

“Oh.” Her word came out like a gasp, and she swayed.

“That OK?” He stroked her cheek with a finger.

Maggie nodded.

He made a soft “Mmm” noise and kissed her. “Then obey.”

She couldn’t hold back a moan, widening her stance, moving her hands behind her back.