For the third day in a row, Roseanne was consumed by the fact that the hottest woman she had ever laid eyes on—and had sex with—was standing right outside her door, as if nothing had happened between them.
Why don't you come in here and melt me into this couch? Maybe if she thought about it hard enough, it would happen.
Instead, Ickis hopped up onto Roseanne's outstretched legs and began meticulously grooming his face.
With a sigh, Roseanne attempted to focus on her tablet, where she had been playing a game while watching a movie on her TV, but she was too distracted. Thinking about life. Thinking about grad school.
Thinking about Lisa Manoban.
Lisa, touching her. Lisa, kissing her. Lisa, inside of her.
Shivers tumbled through Roseanne's body. For three days, she and Lisa had been dancing around each other. While Roseanne was completely incapable of not flirting with the strong, protective woman who was always with her wherever she went, Lisa showed no reaction whatsoever to her attempts at seduction. Since that night in the parking garage, she had been so professional that Roseanne wondered if she were the same woman.
She makes me want to sneak out again. Maybe this time when she catches me, she'll actually spank me.
Three whole days. Three days of thinking. Three days of yearning. And at the rate things were going?
Three nights of Roseanne touching herself to thoughts of her rugged bodyguard.
"Come in here," she said to the door, aware that nobody but Ickis could hear her. "Come inside so I can ride you like the greatest thrill." Although if the other night had been any indication, any sexual encounter with Lisa would leave Roseanne powerless to do anything but hold on for dear life.
Sex against the car? It had been hot enough to make Roseanne believe in God. But somehow, the club had been the hottest part. Watching Lisa's leather-jacket-clad frame part the crowd to come claim Roseanne for the night? It had been sexy as hell. Primal, even. Just the thought of it was enough to get Roseanne all hot and bothered...
She got up and swapped her slippers for sandals. She needed to get out of her apartment, and out of her head.
She opened the door, immediately finding Lisa standing stalwart against the hallway wall beside it.
"I'm going down to visit Jennie." Roseanne locked her door behind her. "She should be home by now."
"I'll come with you."
"No need for that. She literally lives across the hall from you." Roseanne pocketed her keys. "What, you think I'm going to sneak out again?"
"Yes." Lisa was right behind her as she headed to the elevator. "That's exactly what I think you'll do."
Roseanne waited until they were in the elevator to drop the bomb on the tip of her tongue. "If you're so worried about me running off, why don't you tie me up so I can't go anywhere?"
But Roseanne didn't get a chance to witness Lisa's reaction. They had already reached Jennie's floor, the elevator doors dinging open. Lisa's piercing eyes followed Roseanne as she stepped out into the hallway. Roseanne didn't look back as she made her way toward her sister's door, but she could hear Lisa's footsteps behind her as she followed in her wake. Were her eyes firmly planted on Roseanne's ass? The very ass she'd grabbed as she held Roseanne up against the car that night?
