Roommates with Benefits [COMPLETED]

Chapter 34 - Again ❤️

❤️Adult content❤️

Emma

We ride home in silence. Inside the apartment, I drop my things to the floor. Knightley puts his keys in the bowl and looks like he wants to leave.

"Knightley?" I bite my lip. I want the perfect end to the perfect night.

"Yeah?"

I walk closer and grab the hem of my t-shirt. "I need a shower." I pull the shirt over my head. "Max."

He stares down at me, his face unreadable. For a few nauseating heartbeats, I think I made a mistake. This is when he tells me it was a one-time thing. That it can never be us and he doesn't double-dip.

I swallow and lift the shirt I'm still holding, placing it in front of my bra. Tears spring to my eyes and I open my mouth to blame the long day, the alcohol, whatever.

In two steps, he's close enough to pull me into his arms. His hand cups my face and I lean into it.

"Emma?"

"Yes?"

"How drunk are you?"

His voice is gentle and his eyes soft. I can see the desire burning in them. But I also know he won't touch me if he thinks I'm the least bit drunk.

"I'm not. I... I've wanted you again since the second I left your bed."

A smile slowly spreads across his lips. "Then let's get you clean. And wet."

He lowers his head. Our lips meet. Gently at first, but then the passion crackling between us ignites and we devour each other. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, refusing to take my lips off his as he carries me to his bedroom.

His tongue claims all of my mouth and I answer. When he lets me down, I make a weak, complaining sound against his lips. He laughs, and the sound fills me with warmth.

Barely aware of our surroundings, I unbutton his shirt. I want his skin under my fingers. I want to feel him.

His hands leave my waist so I can remove the shirt. I pull away from him, panting. My fingers trail down his chest and he shivers. Lower. His stomach muscles are tight under my fingertips. I reach for his pants and try to keep from shaking as I undo them.

He lets me undress him. There's no finesse, no skill, to my clumsy movements. I want him naked. I tug at his pants and underwear until it comes off his hips. My eyes take him in as he steps out of them. He's completely naked in front of me.

"Emma." It's a deep growl that tightens my insides. My core is throbbing with need. I place a hand on his chest and turn my face up to his. He grabs my face, his fingers tangling in my hair, as he slowly lowers his lips to mine. It's a deep, sensual kiss that makes my heart flutter.

I unclasp my bra and let it fall. He hesitates, puts his forehead against mine, and looks down.

"Emma." His voice is pure desire.

"I want you, Max," I say and unbutton my jeans. "I'm wet for you."

He runs a finger over my breast, around my hard nipple. "You are perfect."

I shimmy out of my jeans and stand naked in front of him. His cock is hard, straining for me. I maintain eye contact and slide my hand around him. He gasps at the touch.

"How do you want me?" My voice trembles and his eyes go wide. Then one side of his mouth curls up.

"Every way," he says and places his hands on my waist. "I want to bury myself in you every way you let me."