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I also don’t want to have to get over him all over again. Hopping off the bed, I try to buy myself time to sort out what I should do. “You want something to drink first?”
Before I can reach the door, however, he catches me and pins me to the wall. He looks down at me, daring me not to want this.
He answers slowly. “No, I don’t want a drink first.”
Locked in his gaze, my body buzzing, I don’t think I want a drink, either. He waits a beat; it’s my chance to object. When I don’t, he smothers my mouth with his. Desire leaps within me, swirling me in its maelstrom. Damn hormones.
He presses his body to mine, sandwiching me between two hard planes. Cupping my face in both hands, he delves into my mouth, burning away my resistance. Briefly, I wonder if Simone heard the thump of my body against the wall and half expect her to knock on my door to make sure everything is okay. As Darren’s tongue entwines with mine, I cease to care. I’m going to enjoy this kiss and hope that I have the wherewithal to stop things before we go any further.
After several minutes of intense face sucking, he shoves his hand down my sweats and into my underpants.
“You’re soaking wet,” he observes.
I tend to get wet easily, but with Darren, I feel like he’s turned on a faucet. Even the way he stares into my eyes, like he’s doing now, has me all riled up inside. He watches my face as he slowly fondles me, taking in my parted lips, my furrowed brow and fluttering lashes.
I should put a stop to this now before my arousal is fully in the driver’s seat.
But it feels too good. Way too good.
I try to suppress my groans and gasps, keeping them to soft grunts and whispered moans. He rubs and teases my clit till I’m crazy with need. His fingers spread my moisture over my flesh, and my body just keeps pouring it on.
Darren notices, too. “You always get this wet, or is this just for me?”
I don’t want to inflate his ego, but when I meet his gaze, my eyes give it away.
Lowering his head, he whispers into my ear, “Good answer.”
He intensifies his masturbation until I erupt in small spasms, gasping loudly till I remember about my housemate.
He puts his forehead to mine. “That feel good?”
A quiver zips through me. I exhale a shaky breath. “Yeah.”
Pulling away from me, he undoes his pants. I reach for his erection and stroke it.
“You’re wet, too,” I say of the precum.
Bracing one arm beside me, he pushes me into the wall again with his body, then catches my mouth with his, smothering and overwhelming me with his lips and tongue. I fondle his cock, hoping to return the favor and get him off. But he picks me up and deposits me on the bed. I can see in his eyes that a hand job isn’t going to suffice. He wants more.
