Off Limits

When her roommate's younger brother comes for a visit, Jaime realizes that he's grown from the boy she knew into a drop-dead gorgeous man. She tries to fight her attraction to him, for even though Cody is eighteen, he is still off-limits as far as she is concerned. But Cody has plans of his own about what he wants, and what he wants most is Jaime...

Excerpt:
Sighing softly, I kicked off my shoes and was preparing to lift the polo shirt I wore as a uniform over my head, when I realized that someone else was in the apartment. Stretched out on the sofa, bathed only in the light of the television. I could just make out a muscular and definitely bare chest that was hardly covered by a sheet.

A man?

Who could it be?

I let go of my shirt and stepped closer to the stranger, curiosity getting the better of me.

Whoever he was, he was gorgeous, with quite possibly the most kissable mouth that I’d ever seen. He shifted slightly and the sheet covering him slid down a bit more.

My breath caught.

I could see his hipbone. Could almost see the thatch of hair between his legs, as well as the shape of his cock. Though he wasn’t erect, the shadows formed by the sheet over that part of him seemed to indicate he was quite well-endowed.

Was he actually naked under that sheet?

My pussy grew wet, my inner muscles clenching with a rhythm that I had nearly forgotten. It had been a very long time since I’d been with a guy.

I took another step forward.

Telling myself that it was something that I needed to do in order to figure out who he was.

My fingers twitched with the need to touch him. To…

I didn’t think he was here for Kelly. For one thing, he wouldn’t be sleeping on the couch if he was. Right?

There was something oddly familiar about him, but I couldn’t figure out what. I knew all of the guys who had been in and out of my roommate’s life for the last thirteen years. Ever since she and I had become the best of friends back in the fourth grade.
But I was coming up blank as to who this guy could be. I was certain that I would have remembered somebody who looked like this.

I yawned and stretched. Felt my back pop in protest. This was one mystery that would have to wait until morning.

I stepped away from the stranger, but he was still on my mind when I showered. I touched myself under the running water, not to get clean, but to satisfy the dirty images that were filling my head.

Made myself cum. More than once. In the shower and then again in my bed.

When I finally fell asleep, I dreamed of him. Hot and lusty dreams that woke me more than once in the night, with my heart racing and my blankets all twisted about my legs.

And each time I realized that it had nothing more than a dream, the disappointment was incredible.

Needless to say, I was still exhausted and almost more tired when my alarm went off than I was when I first went to bed. I was sorely tempted to ignore the annoying sound but could not, even when I tried to bury my head under my pillows to get away from it.

It was the smell of coffee that lured me out. Both enticing and surprising. Kelly should have been at her classes by now, and I knew she was even more of a zombie first thing in the morning than I was. She never remembered to turn on the coffee pot.

Nearly falling over as I shoved on a pair of shorts, I staggered out into the hall and toward the kitchen.

Stopped short.

The stranger was standing there. His back was to me, as he poured himself a cup of coffee, but I was certain that it had to be him.

Greedily, I took in the sights that I had not seen before. Of a very fine ass barely covered by a pair of boxer shorts. My fingers itched with the need to touch him there. I could imagine myself clutching at that taut flesh as he moved over me. Inside me.

Then he started to turn around and I quickly snapped my gaze back up to his face.

Once again, I was struck by the sense that I should know him, when he smiled at me. “Good morning, Jay-jay.”

Oh, fuck.

There was only one person in the world who had ever called me that. Kelly’s kid brother. Because when I’d first met the family, he hadn’t been able to say my whole name, Jaime, for some reason and the nickname had stuck. “Cody?”