The Roommate (Roommates, #1)

Cannon was kissing me. Deep, drugging kisses that made my toes curl.

But then he pressed into me again, pushing my thighs apart, gripping my hips and plunging forward, and I forgot about everything else. The sensation of him entering me was unlike anything else. And the look of determined concentration on his face, like he was almost in pain with how good it felt? I understood that exactly. It was almost too much to bear.

His every movement was controlled, each one designed to bring me maximum pleasure. I never wanted this to end.

“Has anyone ever fucked you like this?”

“No. Never.” That was the honest truth. He was so deep and so possessive, so vocal, commanding my attention and demanding submission. It was like fitting a key into a locked box.

Watching his thick length spear me-part me, plunge deep inside and then withdraw, wet with our juices-was almost obscene. When he bottomed out, I ground my hips against his pelvis, lost to the sensation. Allie’s little brother fucked like a porn star. That wasn’t a piece of knowledge I’d ever recover from. Shit!

“This pussy is mine right now. Isn’t it, princess?”

“Yes, yours.”

The way he’d pushed me outside my comfort zone, taking charge and making me tell him every stray thought, feeling, and emotion running through my brain while he pleasured me . . . it was too much, and yet I wanted more.

“Say my name when we fuck.”

“It’s yours, Cannon.”

He grunted something like praise against my neck and began pushing harder, faster, until we were both racing toward climax.

Fairly certain he would leave fingertip bruises on my hips, I pushed harder and faster against him, wanting to see those marks on my skin later. I wanted the physical reminder of what we’d done, if only to make sure I hadn’t dreamed this.

And then I was coming, clenching around him, milking him with a shout. Cannon gave a growl near my throat, his ass muscles tightening under my hands as he buried himself deeper than ever. I felt every hard throb of his cock as he pulsed inside me. It seemed to go on forever as waves of ecstasy rushed through me.

He kissed my neck, taking his time to pull out slowly and then roll over to lie beside me.

“Fuck, princess.” He was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling fast.

A smile uncurled on my lips, and a sense of pride washed over me. The moment it was over, I knew that I’d won. Amazing orgasm? Check. But my feelings for Cannon? They were largely unchanged. This wasn’t love. Thank God. That was the last complication I needed in my life.

He pulled me close, our naked bodies at ease together.

Cannon tugged the sheet up around us, and I rested my head against his chest. “Not in love with me yet, are you?” he asked with a smirk.

“Not even close.” I propped up on one elbow, looking down on him. “You were right about two things, though.”

He met my gaze with a soft smile. “And what was that?”

“You weren’t kidding about your size or your stamina. But no, this isn’t love. That was carnal lust.”

“Agreed. Now, come here.”

“But you said once. That was the agreement.” Any more than that could be dangerous for my heart.

“You’re not in love yet.” Cannon’s hand drifted under the sheet, sliding down my belly to softly stroke between my legs. “And this pussy is still soft and wet for me.”

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“That was so fucking good,” he said, turning toward me and kissing my neck again. “I want more.”

“Just good?” I teased.

He slipped one long finger inside me. “Forgive me. Good was the wrong word. Incredible. Amazing.” He withdrew his finger and pressed in slowly again. “So warm and snug. I want to live in there.”

Cannon removed the spent condom and sheathed himself in another as I lay there, my thighs parted, ready for everything he could give me.

• • •

It had been two days since we’d had sex, and life had moved on. I went back to work, and so had Cannon, and we acted like everything was normal. He gave no indication that his world had been knocked off its axis, so of course I’d done what I needed to do to convince him we were cool. But today, things downstairs had taken a drastic turn, and I could no longer pretend I was fine.

My lady parts burned. They were swollen and angry and red. I knew exactly what was going on. God was punishing me for sleeping with my best friend’s brother.

“Paige?” Cannon asked, rounding the corner toward my bedroom.

After work, I’d collapsed on my bed and hadn’t moved since. Cannon stood at my door in his scrubs, navy blue and faded. He looked so delicious like that; I didn’t think I’d ever tire of seeing him dressed for work.

“Hi,” I offered weakly.

A look of concern crossed his features. “What’s going on?”

Pulling a deep breath into my lungs, I steeled my nerves. This was not a conversation I wanted to have. Ever. But it needed to be done.

I released a heavy sigh and met his eyes. “I think you gave me an infection.”

His eyebrows pushed together, and he took several steps closer. “That’s not possible. I’m clean; I promise. And besides, we used a condom.”

We had used a condom. Both times that morning we’d made love. No, had sex. The L-word didn’t enter this equation.

Cannon stalked closer. “What are your symptoms?”

Even though I knew his medical opinion would help, I looked away, stammering, “This is a total invasion of privacy.” Picking at my thumbnail, I stared down at my hands. I prayed silently for the floor to open up and swallow me whole.

“Tell me, Paige. I can help.”

My face was on fire. “It’s red down there, and tender and sore. And itchy. I think I have a rash.”

“Let me take a look.”

My gaze snapped up to his. “No way. You’re not looking at my hoo-ha.”

“I already have, you realize. I had my entire face down there. If I take a look, I can determine whether it’s anything to worry about. But I can’t help unless I see.”

I swallowed. Fuck! Of all the fucked-up situations to find myself in, I couldn’t imagine a more embarrassing scenario. After sitting paralyzed for another few moments, I nodded and reluctantly stood to strip off my jeans.

Cannon went to the bathroom, and I heard the water running. He was washing his hands. When he returned, I was standing beside the bed.

“The panties too,” he murmured.

“Can’t you just take a quick peek beneath them?”

He shook his head. “Take them off, and then lay back with your knees open.”

Kill. Me. Now.