Page 68 of The Reluctant Roommate

Morgan’s answering smile made a curl of desire trickle down Heidi’s abdomen, to pulse between her legs.

Morgan tugged off her sweater and T-shirt and laid them carefully on the foot of the bed.

Her bra was the palest pink, a bare hint of color. And, yes, it was as satiny as Heidi had imagined. Morgan’s nipples pebbled against the fabric.

Heidi looked down at her own bra and shed it as fast as she could, not wanting Morgan to dwell on its practical and unsexy look. But when Morgan’s eyes snapped to Heidi’s bare breasts, she knew that the bra didn’t matter. Morgan swallowed hard, and her eyes glittered in the overhead light as she reached out a finger, dragging it slowly down Heidi’s body in a straight line from the base of her throat to her navel.

Heidi swallowed. That single finger. That unwavering path. She closed her eyes and could almost feel Morgan’s finger continuing on, following the path to between her thighs. Her eyes snapped open when Morgan took her mouth again in a kissthat was as soft and sweet as honey, but also as fiery and enticing as a winter campfire.

Morgan reached behind her, unsnapped her own bra, then pulled it away from her body. She folded the satin in three and set it neatly on top of her T-shirt. Her gaze sought Heidi’s again, and Morgan snapped open her jeans, and lowered the zip. It was a practical disrobing, one that was so Morgan: neat, economical of movement, and tidy. She sat on the bed to remove her thick socks, folding them and placing them next to her bra. Her jeans, too, were folded leg to leg, then in a neat rectangle.

Her panties matched her bra. Heidi swallowed, thinking of her own mismatched cotton undies.

Morgan lifted an eyebrow. “Are you just going to watch?”

Heidi shook her head. “I’m thinking how our different ways of undressing reflect our personalities. And I’m lacking here.”

“You’re not.” Morgan came closer. “Just do it, Heidi.” Her voice snapped with authority.

Heidi unzipped her own jeans and dragged them down her legs. They bunched at her feet, caught on the cuffs of her thick socks, but she persevered, sitting on the bed to tug them off. Finally, they came free, along with the socks caught up inside. She kicked them away, and they came to rest under a chair. Naked apart from her undies, her heart pounding heavily against her ribs, she stood again to face Morgan.

Morgan pulled back the comforter and the crisp white sheet. Then she held out a hand.

When Heidi took it, Morgan tugged, and Heidi overbalanced, landing on the bed next to Morgan, almost crushing her. With a swift movement, Morgan pressed Heidi’s shoulders back onto the mattress and leaned over her.

“Now I have you where I want you.”

Heidi arched up, reaching for Morgan’s shoulders, desperate to feel her mouth on hers once more.

“Stay still.” Morgan’s voice was an authoritative purr. “Don’t move until I tell you.”

Morgan was a top? Why was she not too surprised? A pulse, heavy and hot, settled between her legs, and her nipples ached to be touched. “Make me.”

“I will. If necessary.” Morgan’s hands clasped around Heidi’s wrists, pushing them gently above her head. “Are you okay with this?”

So, a considerate top, then. Heidi nodded and arched her back again, raising her breasts.

Morgan looked down. “I love your breasts. And I will give them all the love. But first…” She leaned in and kissed Heidi once more, swooping her tongue in a slow dance around Heidi’s mouth.

Her grip around Heidi’s wrists loosened, but when Heidi tried to tug a hand away, the grip tightened once more.

She turned her head away from Morgan’s kiss. “I want to touch you.”

“You will. But not yet. Don’t move until I tell you.”

The pulse between her legs was a heavy thud now. Heidi pressed her thighs together, desperate for a touch.

Morgan released Heidi’s wrists, and her hands twisted in Heidi’s hair for a moment, then framed her face as she took Heidi’s lips in a deep and drugging kiss before lifting away again.

Heidi squirmed, pressing her thighs together and releasing them. Then Morgan’s mouth covered Heidi’s nipple, and the hot, wet suction was almost too much. Morgan drew back, flicking Heidi’s nipple with her tongue, a gentle scrape of teeth that sent a shaft of heat directly to Heidi’s clit, before Morgan covered the nipple with her mouth again.

Heidi’s hands fisted, and she couldn’t help herself, bringing them down to hold Morgan’s head against her breast.

Morgan raised her head. “Not until I say.”

Heidi trembled, already on the edge, and, with Morgan’s words, her abdomen tightened. She raised her hands above her head once more.

“Do you know how glorious you look like this?” Morgan met her eyes before her gaze swept down Heidi’s body.