The Soul Mate (Roommates, # 4)

Bren

I should have said no.

I will be the first person to admit that, when propositioned by my potential baby daddy, the answer should have been unequivocal and sure.

No.

No thank you.

Not again.

But that answer, of course, didn’t factor in the way he looked at me-the way his blue eyes raked over my skin like he was touching it already, laving it with his tongue and readying me for his thick, hard cock.

I licked my bottom lip, trying to work up the discipline to stop this freight train of lust before it left the station. Still, if I slept with him again, maybe it really would put all my worries to rest. That night could have been amazing simply because it had been so long for me. What could it hurt to put my assumptions to rest? Yeah, right. It could hurt me.

Now, after I’d already been sated by him once, there was no way his body could have the same effect. No, this time would be a tepid bath compared to the hot, steamy whirlpool that the last time had been.

Which meant giving it a try could only be a good thing.

I struggled to breathe in the heavy silence, and then Mason finally spoke.

“Let’s take things slow. We won’t do anything you’re not ready for.”

I nodded. Slow. That was a good idea. And one I could get behind.

He inched closer on the couch, lowering his mouth toward my neck.

“Just want to touch you,” he murmured. His full lips brushed my collarbone, making me shiver.

Trailing soft kisses up my neck, my jawline, Mason finally brought his mouth to mine.

Our lips met in a hungry kiss, our bodies remembering every touch, every breath with perfect clarity.

“No pressure, okay?” Mason whispered, encouragingly against my lips.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

I nodded, gripping the back of his neck to draw him in for another kiss.

Soon his hand slid up my thigh, only stopping when he brushed the front of my panties. My knees parted for him on instinct.

He stroked the front of my dampened panties, finding the spot that made me squirm.

“More,” I groaned.

“I knew I liked you,” he chuckled against my mouth.

Slipping his fingers beneath the fabric, Mason penetrated me, slowly.

“You’re not tender, are you?” he whispered.

“Damn it, Mason. Don’t treat me like I’m…”

“Pregnant?” he supplied.

My answering frown implored him in a wordless request not to destroy the mood.

“Duly noted.”

Adding a second finger, he pressed deeper, making me cry out. Damn, the man was skilled, but something gnawed at the back of my brain. I wanted this, I did, it was just that…if we weren’t careful, I could easily see myself losing my head. And what if I wasn’t pregnant? This is exactly what had gotten me into this pickle in the first place.

“Wait, wait, wait,” I mumbled, pulling back to put several inches of space between us. “This isn’t slow.”

“Fuck.” He scrubbed a hand through his hair. “No, I guess it’s not.”

Mason looked down at my swollen lips, touching me there with his fingertips. “How’s this? No sex. But we both get to come.”

I was nodding before my brain even processed my agreement. “I like how you compromise.” I liked a lot of things about him, I was finding out. But in my heart, I already knew. Because if I didn’t really like him, I wouldn’t want to run away from him every time a new wave of unwelcome emotion flowed over me.

He lifted my calf, planting my foot beside me on the couch so that my legs were open for him. “Don’t move. I want you just like this.” Slipping his fingers past the edge of my panties, he stroked just where I needed him. My entire body clenched and squeezed, wanting so much more, but already dangerously close to falling over the edge.

Mason brought his mouth to mine once again, kissing me deeply while his fingers did very naughty things.

I struggled to get his pants open, fumbling with the button. When he knocked my hands away, I couldn’t help the soft, happy noise that escaped me.

He freed himself, stroking once. The bead of moisture at his tip distracted me in the most wonderful way.

“You going to look at it all night, or are you going to touch me?” he groaned.

Taking my hand in his, he guided it to his cock.

I took him into my hand and stroked gently at first, then harder. He dropped his head back against the couch and allowed me to have my way with him, every now and then letting out a little grunt of approval.

I’d thought that first night he seemed so big only because it had been so long since I’d been with someone-and even longer since I’d wanted someone so much. Now, though? Looking at him again? I knew I’d been wrong. He was thick and long and throbbing for me.

“Need you to touch me,” I moaned.

“Fuck yes.”

His fingers were back at work, and within moments I was writhing beneath his touch.

“Going to come,” I murmured.

“Not yet you’re not.” He slowed his pace, teasing my swollen flesh as I rocked my hips into his touch, vying for more attention. “Together,” he whispered, kissing my lips again. “Grip me a little tighter.”

I obeyed.

“That’s it,” he grunted. “Fuck.”

He was so sexy like this, so masculine. I loved how bossy he was during sex. How vocal.

Still kissing me, Mason returned his attention to my lady bits, making white light spark behind my eyelids.

“I’m so close,” I whispered against the onslaught of his kisses.

“Take your time. I’m in no rush.”

I’d forgotten that about him-his stamina…and a delicious flashback of our night together ripped through my brain.

“Mace…”

“That’s it. Come for me. I’m right behind you.”

I pumped my hand firmly up and down, my climax crashing through me just as I felt his hot, sticky release. Together.

Remembering our night together, I realized again how uncanny it was how in sync we were. This wasn’t normal, was it?

Pulling his T-shirt off over his head, Mason balled it up and used it to wipe the semen off my hand, and then his rock-hard abs.

What kind of man cooked a perfect steak, delivered prenatal vitamins to you at work, and then brought you to orgasm in five minutes flat?