He clicked awkwardly and then the screen moved to character appearance. And frowned. “All these guys look like total knobs. Do I have to be one of these?”
She chuckled. “You can always be a girl.”
“What?”
“I’m serious. Most of the girls that run around in-game are played by men. It’s because the female characters are sexier.” She pointed at the pink box at the top. “Click on that.”
He did, and his eyes widened as a buxom, bikini-chain-mail-clad woman appeared on the screen, breasts heaving. “Oh, yeah. That’s much better.”
Taylor snorted. “Thought so.”
Loch looked over at her and grinned again. “Are you going to be jealous if I’m the sexiest wench in the realm?”
“Only if there’s a beauty pageant and you win.”
He wiggled his eyebrows at her. “Maybe I’ll sleep with the judges to ensure my success.”
“Okay, now you’re getting a little too into this,” she said, but she was laughing. She reached over him again, and her breast brushed his arm. “Click here to pick a name.”
Loch did, and she was glad he hadn’t noticed that she’d boob-grazed him, or that her nipples were now hard under the borrowed T-shirt she was wearing. She shifted, tucking her legs under her and mindful of her bad ankle.
She was also surprised when he settled on the name Brunhilde. “Brunhilde? That’s . . . random.”
“Sure. Don’t you think she looks like a Valkyrie? A well-endowed, sweaty Valkyrie that can’t catch her breath from the exertion of wearing a chain-mail bikini and nothing else?”
Taylor’s laughter bubbled up in her again. “She is panting rather hard.” She was used to the game’s decidedly male gaze, but seeing it through his eyes made her realize again just how ridiculous it was.
He nodded, eyes bright with amusement as he clicked a button and spun the character around for a full view. “Or maybe her chest is heaving because she’s so distraught that someone stole her pants and left her with nothing but metal knickers.”
Taylor’s giggles filled the room and she mock-swatted his arm. “You’re terrible!”
“I’m not the one playing a game where everyone wears chain-mail undies. Do the men do the same? That might explain why they stand so very funny.”
She fell against his shoulder, howling with laughter. His chuckles joined hers, and then his arm went casually around her shoulders and he pulled her against him in a hug, his hand sliding over her back.
And just like that, everything changed again.
Taylor sucked in a breath and gazed up at him, at his face so close to her own. He was smiling, his eyes bright, and he really was the handsomest man she’d ever seen in her life. He was warm and so physical and right here and she was an idiot for not crawling all over him, wasn’t she?
Their eyes met and held.
“Hi,” he breathed softly.
“Hi again.” Her hand smoothed down his arm, because she couldn’t resist touching him. Had she thought he was as handsome as Thor? He put the man to shame with his strong jaw, warm eyes, and sculpted cheekbones. And his lips. Oh, those lips. “Would I be a bad roommate if I crawled into your lap and started kissing you?”
“Not in the slightest.” His voice had gone soft.
“Oh, good.” She took the laptop out of his hands and placed it on the nearby ottoman. “Because I’m totally going to.”
Once his laptop was carefully put aside, she moved forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. He tugged her into his lap, seating her between his thighs. She could feel a hard bulge against one leg and was glad she wasn’t the only one aroused at the moment. Her own blood was pounding in her veins and she felt her pulse throbbing between her thighs. Yeah, aroused was a bit of an understatement.
Her fingers moved to his hair, and she rubbed a lock against her skin. It seemed unfair that a man would have such thick, soft hair full of loose waves. Hers was ridiculous and had a mind of its own, which was why she was such a fan of hats. But she could play with his to her heart’s content. Normally she didn’t like longer hair on a guy, but his shoulder-brushing golden-brown waves made him look casual and approachable, and it framed his big body well.
“You just going to play with my hair or are we going to kiss?” His voice was husky, but amused.
“Shh. I’m appreciating all of you.”
“Ah, then be my guest.”
She tangled both hands into his hair, then pulled him down for a kiss.
In the last few days, she’d forgotten how amazing it was to kiss Loch. Kissing him wasn’t like kissing the guys she’d dated in the past. He didn’t try to jockey for control, he didn’t tongue-thrust until her tonsils were crying for mercy. He let her take the lead, his mouth firm under her own, but just yielding enough that she wanted to lick every inch of him. When she slicked her tongue against his, a little sigh of pleasure escaped her. He tasted so good.
This was how kisses should be, she decided. One party leading and the other party being a delicious, delicious recipient. She kissed his lips with soft, quick little presses of her mouth to his, delighting when she felt him groan in response. Her body was pulsing with need, and she put even more enthusiasm into the kiss, showing him with tongue and taste just how much she liked him.
Her breasts pressed up against his chest and she shifted back and forth, just a little, grazing her nipples against him.
“Little tease,” he breathed against her mouth.
She liked teasing him. She liked touching him. Actually, she pretty much liked everything about him. She tried to show him just how much with her hungry mouth and her hands. They ripped at his shirt, smoothing over his muscles, and then she dragged her nails down his chest.