Nothing to Everything (Roommate for Roommate Book 1)

by Maia Aaron

“You… You’re… You’re–” “Hard?” I finish off Wendy’s breathless, sputtering sentence for her, lifting my head from the crook of her neck to look down at her. She’s looking up at me with hooded eyes, looking drowsy and intoxicated and fucking angelic. “Is that what you were gonna say, love? That you can feel my cock fucking throbbing against you? Because it’s been that way for eight months because of you, Wendy.” I thrust against her once, both of us groaning at the contact. “Does this prove just how much I want to touch you? How much I’ve wanted to touch you for so long? Does this show you why I could never let myself touch you before, baby?” Wendy doesn’t say anything to respond; she just whimpers, closing her eyes and throwing her head back like even my words are too much for her to handle. And it’s making me fucking feral. “Fitz,” she moans, putting her hand on my chest and looking at me again with those beautiful clouded eyes. “Let me help you. Please. I want to help you with it.” Holy fucking shit. I can’t help the guttural groan that crawls up my throat and escapes my mouth at what she’s just said to me, and I understand completely now that even words can feel just as good as actual touch. Skimming my nose across her cheek until my mouth has reached the shell of her ear, I answer her directly against it in a low, deep voice. “Yeah, love? You want to help me jerk off my cock? Make the pain go away?”

I AM FLABBERGASTED