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  I stared at her. Either I was very drunk, or she was making perfect sense. I decided on the latter. “You think?”

  “Definitely.” She nodded firmly. She smiled again, and I relented. It was getting increasingly difficult to resist that smile.

  “Okay, but just one more time.”

  She grinned. “One more time,” she agreed. She leaned forward, laying her arms on my shoulder, clasping her hands behind my neck. “You’re a really good kisser,” she whispered against my lips.

  I groaned softly. “So are you,” I whispered back, just before capturing her searing-hot mouth again.

  One kiss turned into two, then more and more, until I couldn’t tell one from another, couldn’t tell where her mouth ended and mine began. Pretty soon I was having trouble restraining myself from taking it further. We agreed to kissing, I reminded myself sternly. Nothing more. Strictly first base.

  Until Hannah raised herself onto her knees and hitched one leg over my lap to straddle me.

  I extricated my tongue from her mouth and pushed her back gently. “Whoa.” I leaned my forehead on hers. “What are we doing?”

  She was breathing so hard she was all but panting. My cock twitched at the sight of her heaving chest, and she grinned, letting me know she felt it. “What does it look like we’re doing?”

  I closed my eyes briefly, gulping down several deep breaths. “Hannah, we need to stop before this goes too far.”

  She ground her hips into mine, and I nearly lost it. “What if I want it to go too far?”

  I groaned. “You’re killing me. I’m trying really hard to be a gentleman.”

  “Of course you are,” she muttered. She pulled back, her expression hesitant. “What if… what if we took this all the way?” She sounded a little afraid. Of my reaction? Or of what would happen if we did go all the way?

  If she were smart, it’d be that last one.

  My eyes widened. “I don’t know,” I said slowly.

  Hurt flashed in her eyes again. “Okay. Never mind.” She started to pull away.

  I gripped her hips, trapping her in place. “Hey, that’s not what I meant.” I felt like I was repeating that too often tonight.

  She shook her head. “No, it’s okay, Brian. You don’t want me. I get it.” She looked away, blinking. “I know I’m not your type,” she said in a small voice.

  I placed a finger under her chin, turning her head back to face me. “Hey.” She closed her eyes. “Hannah. Open your eyes.” She did, and I was floored by the vulnerability I saw in them. “You have to know I want you. God, do I ever want you.”

  “Really?” she whispered.

  I bucked my hips a little, letting her feel just how affected I was by her. “You think?” She laughed weakly. “I’m just thinking about tomorrow.” She frowned. “This will change everything between us.”

  She bit her lip, thinking. “Maybe…” She took a deep breath. “Maybe it could just be this one time?” She looked at me with a hopeful expression. “Get it out of our systems.” She sounded more confident. “We’ll always wonder how it could be, after this,” she continued, gesturing between us. “This way we can just get it over with and forget about it.”

  Forget about it? I seriously doubted she’d be able to just forget about having sex with her roommate. For one thing, we weren’t anywhere near drunk enough. I wouldn’t have let it get even this far if I thought we were incapable of making an informed decision.

  For another, Hannah was a monogamist, a happily ever after, flowers and candy, forever love kind of girl. So much so that she put up with that schmuck Andrew for more than five years, until she finally got wind of his extracurricular activities and kicked him to the curb a couple of weeks ago.

  And as far as I knew, she’d never slept with anyone but him.

  No, she wasn’t used to casual sex like I was. She wouldn’t be able to separate her feelings from the physical. There was no way she’d be able to just “get it out of her system.”

  I looked at her long and hard, searching for any hesitation. “Are you sure? If it doesn’t go well, we’ll still have to see each other every day,” I said.

  “Are you afraid I won’t like it?” she said with a teasing smile.

  Oh, hell no.

  I kissed her, quick and dirty, and I smirked at the dazed look on her face. “Honey, the only thing I’m worried about is that you’ll be begging for more.”

  She rolled her eyes. “I’m a big girl, Brian. I can handle a one-time deal.” She ground her hips into mine again, running her hands up and down my chest. “Come on. Just this once,” she said, her tone low and husky, erasing all my remaining inhibitions.

  I groaned. “Okay, okay. You talked me into it.”

  She giggled, adorably.

  “Your room or mine?” I asked.

  She wrinkled her nose. Like I said, adorable. “Your room is always a disaster zone.”

  My turn to roll my eyes. I’m a straight guy and a college student. Of course my room is a mess.

  But I let her jibe go for now. There was no way I was going to argue about it at that moment, when she was sitting in my lap, practically begging for sexy times.

  “Very well, Madam Whitfield.” I grabbed her hips and stood. She shrieked in surprise, but recovered quickly enough not to fall. I swung around in a circle for a moment before taking off at a jog, and we laughed all the way down the hall to her room.

  I couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

  If I’m being totally honest, I was bluffing earlier when I scoffed at the idea of us secretly longing for a sexual relationship. Sure, I couldn’t speak for Brian, but attraction had been simmering on the back burner of my mind ever since I’d met him two years ago. I’d always wondered what it would be like to kiss him, to feel his hands on my skin, to have him move deep inside me. Brian was gorgeous, and he exuded raw male sexuality. I’d have to be dead not to have noticed. But I was with Andrew, at least until a couple of weeks ago. And I would never have had the balls to act on my attraction tonight if the opportunity hadn’t fallen into my lap.

  And if I wasn’t almost completely stewed on cheap beer.

  As we entered my room, he shifted one arm under my ass to support me, freeing the other to switch on the lamp.

  “We don’t have to turn the lights on,” I mumbled against his shoulder, suddenly fearful that he wouldn’t like what he saw even in the flaw-friendly lamplight. Andrew could only make love to me with the lights off. Combined with the discovery of his serial cheating, and the brutal break-up a scant two weeks prior, my once healthy self-confidence had all but turned to ash.

  Brian gave me a hard look for a moment before splitting into a wide grin. “No way. If I don’t get to see you properly during our one and only time, I’ll always wonder what you really look like.” He lightly pinched my ass, and I giggled. “You can’t leave me hanging.”

  I smiled as he set me down on the bed, trying my best to just relax and enjoy this. He stood before me, looking down at me with a surprisingly soft expression. “Last chance to get off this train.”

  I shot him what I hoped was a wicked, worldly grin. Aiming for seductive with a wing and a prayer. “Hurry up and strip.”

  He answered with a dazzling grin of his own. “Yes, ma’am!” he barked playfully.

  He reached behind himself to whip his shirt off. (Why is that simple action so completely hot, by the way?) I whimpered softly as I took in his torso, eyeing his broad, strong shoulders, his long, ropy arms, and his sculpted chest and abs. I licked my lips, eager for more, and I caught the smirk that played on his lips as he watched my reaction.

  “See anything you like?” he asked, his deep voice low and gravelly. I bit back a laugh at his cockiness.

  “Actually, I’m a little disappointed,” I teased, valiantly keeping a straight face.

  That brought him up short. “What?” he asked crossly.

  I nodded. “Uh huh. I could have demanded free floor shows ages ago if I�
��d known you were packing this kind of heat.”

  He threw his head back and laughed. “Saucy minx,” he said, bending down for a quick but hot kiss.

  He stepped back, reaching down to unfasten his shorts. He had a dark line of hair leading into the waistband, and I was all but drooling as I imagined the treasure waiting for me at the end of the trail. Judging by the size of the size of the tent he’d pitched, I guessed it to be quite a haul.

  Slowly, oh so slowly, he unbuttoned his shorts and unzipped the fly. He slid the fabric down his hips, one agonizing inch at a time, eyeing me with a knowing grin the whole time. The jerk was actually enjoying torturing me.

  Very well, two could play that game. I examined my nails, humming to myself. I feigned a yawn, and he growled.

  “Woman, you pay attention when I’m seducing you!” I looked over to see he’d dropped his shorts and planted his hands on his hips in outrage.

  I peered up at him, biting my lip to keep from laughing. “Oh, you’re not done yet?” I asked as innocently as I could manage.

  He chuckled. “You are evil.” He dipped in for another kiss. “Evil, evil woman.”

  I grinned. “Well, get on with the show!” I said, making an impatient gesture. He obliged, stepping out of his shorts and peeling off his boxer briefs quickly.

  Finally, Brian was standing naked in front of me. God, he was beautiful. All long, sculpted limbs, hard planes, and hot, virile man. I took a good look at his cock. Thick, long, and ready to go. I blushed. Really, really ready to go.

  Damn. I did that. I felt flushed with feminine pride.

  I smiled up at him. “My turn,” I said as I made to slide off the bed.

  He put his hands on my shoulders to stop me, shaking his head. “Let me do it,” he murmured as he stole another kiss. His eyes were hot as he gazed into mine.

  He somehow made undressing me feel like the most erotic experience of my life. As he peeled off layers of clothing, his eyes darkening with lust as he took in newly uncovered skin, I felt a heady sense of power growing within me. I was turning him on. This was Brian, the sexiest guy I knew. A notorious player. And he desired me.

  Before long I was sitting on my bed with nothing but my panties on. Brian’s bright blue eyes roamed my body, and I imagined I almost felt his gaze as a physical thing, caressing my skin, spreading heat as he went, seeping into every pore. Desire pooled low in my belly, and I was suddenly desperate for him.

  He swallowed and licked his lips as he continued to look at me. “Lay back against the pillows,” he whispered hoarsely.

  I complied, and he climbed on the bed, hovering over me, settling his hips between mine. I sucked in a breath as I felt his erection press against me, right where I wanted him, hot and pulsing through the thin cotton of my panties.

  “I’m overdressed for this party,” I said, sending a pointed look at my underwear, then wiggling my eyebrows at him.

  He grinned. “I’m getting to that,” he replied.

  I bit my lip. “You’re killing me, Brian.” I snaked a hand behind his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. “I need you inside me. Now.”

  His eyes darkened, but he smiled mischievously and shook his head. “Nope. This is my one and only night with you, right?”

  I nodded, batting away the disappointment at the thought of only having one night with Brian. But I knew he’d only want one. That was his M.O., after all.

  “Well then,” he said, flashing me that lascivious grin again, “I’m going to explore.”

  Oh fuck yes, I was going to explore her.

  Naked Hannah was a goddamn revelation. If I’d had any idea she was hiding this perfect little body under her nerdy tee shirts and jeans, I would have jumped her bones years ago. Her skin was a delicious shade of peaches and cream, with freckles dusted here and there. Her hips flared gracefully from a trim waist, and her small, round breasts were crowned with pert, golden brown nipples that were just begging to be tweaked.

  I hovered over her, just breathing her in, trying like hell to calm myself. We agreed to one time, and I was determined to make it last. I wanted to make it good for her.

  I pulled my gaze up to look into her soft green eyes, and she smiled at me. I kissed her, long, slow, and deep. I tasted her, savored her, worshipped her with my tongue and lips.

  I might need to renegotiate our one-night limit, if only to get more kisses like this in the future. Her mouth was addictive. So very addictive.

  I pulled back from the kiss just long enough to press my lips to her jaw, making my way down to the hollow of her throat. She sighed, and, feeling encouraged, I continued to her neck, licking the sensitive spot behind her ear. I kissed every inch of skin down to her shoulders, lingering when her breath sped up or she whimpered. I memorized her taste, her sounds, her looks. I had a feeling this night would fuel my fantasies for a long time to come, so I wanted as much detail as I could get.

  I slowly moved down to her breasts, kissing the swells, sucking the soft patch of skin between them, and running my tongue along the undersides. I took one pebbled nipple into my mouth, tugging gently with my teeth, and she moaned, a deep, throaty sound that nearly made me come unglued. She fisted my hair, locking me in place, and I grinned as I darted my tongue out to flick the peak.

  When I’d thoroughly lavished each breast with the attention it deserved, I moved lower still, peppering her ribs and belly with open-mouthed kisses, dipping my tongue in her navel. I was so engrossed in the feel and taste of her silky-smooth skin that I nearly missed the colorful design on her panties.

  “Wonder Woman?” I shook with barely-contained laughter as I peeled the cotton fabric off her.

  She shrugged, smiling broadly. “Superman is in the laundry.”

  I pulled up for another kiss. “Baby, Superman is right here,” I said, flashing her a cheesy grin as I tossed her panties to the side of the bed.

  She groaned. “I suppose next you’ll tell me you stand for truth, justice, and the American orgasm?”

  I looked at her for a beat, struggling to keep a straight face, until we both burst into laughter. I kissed her, laughing all the time, until both of us were breathless and shaking.

  With great effort, I pulled away and made my way back down her body, kissing as I went. When I got to her hips, I caressed them, appreciating the lithe, feminine lines. To the outside observer, Hannah was small and compact, but seeing her splayed before me in all her naked glory, I could see that her figure was deceptively womanly, with far more generous curves than I gave her credit for.

  Not for the first time, I was glad we agreed to this nutty scheme. Things between us might be awkward tomorrow, but I knew I’d never regret this night, never regret her.

  Briefly, I glanced up at her, and was surprised to see her biting her lip, looking decidedly nervous. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  She looked away, blushing. “I’ve never done that,” she whispered. She gestured to where my head was, looking embarrassed.

  I lifted myself slightly to get a better look at her. “What, oral sex?” She gave a small, quick nod. I stared at her, dumbfounded. “Seriously, that asshole never went down on you?” She shook her head. I pulled myself up again for a heated kiss. She was panting by the time I was done. “I swear to God I’m going to geld that motherfucker the next time I see him.”

  She smiled. “Maybe just do your best to make up for lost time?” she said, peeking up at me shyly from under her lashes.

  “That’s a foregone conclusion, baby,” I replied.

  Once more, I moved down her body, until my head was level with her sex. I inhaled deeply, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her arousal. I blew lightly on her clit as I exhaled, and I grinned when she squirmed. Slowly, I lowered my head, licking her in one slithering stroke of my tongue against her folds. She let out a long, low moan, and I rewarded her with another thorough lick. She rubbed my head, tangling her fingers in my hair, and I sneaked a glance up at her. She was looking down at me with her lids a
t half mast, a dreamy, hazy smile on her lips.

  “Again,” she commanded.

  I grinned as I bent to my task, tasting her over and over. I flattened my tongue, plunging it up into her, and she bucked her hips.

  “Oh, God, Brian. Just like that,” she breathed.

  I stroked into her with my tongue for a few minutes. She was squirming wildly, arching her back, and her breathing became increasingly erratic. As I felt her building up to orgasm, I moved my tongue up to flick her nub rapidly. I inserted two fingers inside her, curving them forward and pumping frantically, until finally I felt her spasm around me. She cried out over and over again, calling my name as she writhed around my fingers. I continued to lick her, lapping up the juices that flowed, as she gradually came back down to Earth.

  I pulled my fingers out slowly and hauled myself up until I was hovering over her once more, resting on my elbows. I kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moaned, running her nails up and down my back and wrapping her legs around my waist.

  “Please, Brian,” she whispered when I broke the kiss. “I need you inside me now.”

  I kissed her again. “Do you have condoms?”

  She pointed to her nightstand, and I reached into the drawer to grab a little foil packet without having to disentangle from her. Sometimes being freakishly tall has its advantages.

  As quickly as I could, I sheathed myself, and then I was rubbing my shaft along her folds, teasing her.

  “Brian, please.” Her luminous green eyes stared up at me.

  “Please what?” I asked, smiling impishly.

  “Please stop teasing and fuck me already,” she said louder, in a rough, husky voice.

  I grinned. “Yes, ma’am,” I whispered as I dipped down for another kiss. I continued to kiss her as I entered her slowly, relishing the myriad of sensations that hit me as I pushed deeper into her hot, wet channel.

  “God, you feel amazing, Hannah,” I whispered, kissing her neck. “So warm and tight.”

  She moaned as I began to move my hips, thrusting slowly, trying to prolong the experience. I needed to come – badly – but I just couldn’t let our one night together end so soon. I dotted kisses on her shoulders, neck, and collarbone, before bending to take a nipple in my mouth. She let out a strangled cry as I tugged it between my teeth, and I pinched and rolled the other between my fingers.