Looking at Gina, he wanted to hold her. No, he wanted to fuck her.

“It’s not a big deal. We can flesh them out in our own time.”

“Gina, I know you. You’ve already got a list of rules,” he said. Why was she being evasive?

Rules and schedules were things Gina grew up by. Her mother would put a winter chore and summer chore on a board, every single year. Gina’s routine was always fleshed out, and unless her dad was home, it was stuck to.

Jared had spent many times helping Gina take out the trash or weeding the yard. Not that her mother didn’t do her fair share, she did. She wanted Gina to learn to be self-sufficient, so there wasn’t anything she needed anybody for.

Gina slid around him. The towel wasn’t long, and he got to see her legs.

When she bent forward to grab her notebook from the coffee table, it was just one flash too much. Without thinking about what he was doing, he closed the distance between them.

This was wrong. He knew that.

They hated each other. Well, she hated him, but he still wanted her.

When Gina spun around, he was there. She nearly fell as she jerked back, but he had his arms around her. Within seconds, his fingers were in her hair, and he pulled her close, slamming his lips down on hers.

Sweet, fucking perfection. That was exactly how her lips felt. Like they were made to be kissed by him.

One taste just wasn’t enough.

He wanted to kiss her again. Then again. Jared didn’t want to stop kissing.

The notebook was in Gina’s hand, but it fell to the floor as her hands went to his chest. He expected her to push him away. To call him a perv, or to break this … connection.

She didn’t.

Her hands slid up, and up, until they were wrapped around his neck, and that was all he needed to grip the rounded, supple curves of her ass.

Gina let out a gasp, and as she did, her lips opened. He plunged inside, tasting her. She met his kiss, pressing her tongue against his own. He stepped Gina back, and they both fell down onto the sofa.

They stopped kissing, and as they did, Gina looked up at him with wide, confused eyes.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Gina said.

“Why not?”

“You … I…”

He took her hand and pressed it against his dick. “You and I don’t have a single problem, baby. We know this. Are you wet for me?”

“Jared?”

“Are you wet for me?”

She glared at him.

“You think I don’t know what that look is all about?” he said. “I grew up with you. I know that you don’t want to admit the truth. I bet your pussy is soaking wet.”

“We’re roommates, Jared. There should be rules and boundaries, and chores.”

He pressed his face against her neck and breathed her in. “Please tell me that some of those chores involve me licking that wet pussy.”

She gasped as he put his fingers on her knee and slowly slid his hand between her legs, getting closer and closer to her sweet cunt.

He wanted to feel her. To touch her.

The moment he pressed his palm against her, he couldn’t look away, especially as she was soaked. Sliding his fingers between her slit, he grazed across her clit. As he caressed her nub, he watched Gina sink her teeth into her bottom lip.

“Don’t fight it, Gina. Come for me. Let me hear what you like.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she said, gasping.

He grabbed her hand and placed it against the hard ridge of his cock. “Why not? We’re both adults. None of our parents are going to come home, and I want to see you come for me, Gina. Come for me, and scream my name.”