Page 34 of Clueless Romeo

Okay, so he'd apparently overheard Serena, somehow, but he must not have stayed for the whole thing.

I folded my arms over my chest. "Nothing happened. She wanted something from me I wasn't willing to give, so I stopped her. That was it. Why do you seem pissed?"

"I'm notpissedabout her if that's what you're implying. Just didn't appreciate waiting around by myself just so you could get your dick wet." He shrugged, but the tension in his shoulders told me his nonchalance was complete bullshit.

"Like I said,nothinghappened. And I wouldn't have asked you to have a drink and then left you toget my dick wet."

His nostrils flared as he dug in his jacket pocket and freed his keys. "You know what? Just forget it. I don't even care."

When he turned toward his door, jamming the key in the lock, I scoffed. "Yeah, I can clearly see you don't give a shit."

CJ pushed open his door and stepped inside, but we weren't done talking. I wanted to know what the hell his problem was, so without thinking, I followed him and grabbed his arm.

He shook me off, glaring daggers. "What are you doing, Roman?"

Stepping back, I swiped my hand through my hair, irritation and confusion sweeping through me in a tangled mess I didn't have the first clue how to sort out. "Trying to figure out why you're fucking mad at me for one."

"And I already told you I'm not mad." His chest rose and fell with rapid breaths.

"Yep. I can see everything is peachy fucking keen," I replied with sarcasm thick in my tone. "I explained what really happened. For fuck's sake, CJ. You're telling me all of this"—I swooped my hand, indicating his rigid stand and general attitude—"is it because you thought I'd abandoned you or some shit?"

I wasn't buying it. And his anger was only feeding mine. I don't know what prompted me to close the distance between us. Or why I spun him around and pushed him against the wall beside the open door. But I found myself caging CJ in with my hands pressed against the wall above his shoulders.

His pale blue eyes widened. "The fuck, Roman?"

"Answer me." I gritted my teeth. "The truth this time."

"I did answer you." His jaw clenched, and my gaze dropped to the strong lines of his face.

CJ almost resembled a marble statue, the epitome of male beauty at any time of day. But with the tint of blue moonlight glowing against his pale skin, every dip and hollow was accentuated, and I had the urge to trace each and every flawless inch.

That was not good. At all. I was already confused about the reaction I'd had to him when I'd massaged the cramp from his toned leg.

I tore my gaze away, meeting his eyes again. "No, CJ, you fed me some bullshit and asked me to buy it. And I don't."

"Get off me," he hissed.

"I'm not on you," I rasped. Except I sort of was, and I suddenly became aware of our position. Of the smell of beer and mint on his breath as it coasted along my lips.

For the second time in twenty-four hours, I also became aware of the tingling in my fucking balls because of CJ. Again, what the fuck?

But did I move?

Did I march straight away from the situation?

No. Because I still wanted to know what his problem was.

CJ made no move to push me away, and I found myself reluctant to follow his demand. Partially because his fingers had wandered to the pockets of my coat, gripping tight. I wasn't sure he even noticed he was holding me in place.

"Now tell me what happened tonight. Why did you leave?" I gritted out, doing my best to ignore how good he smelled and how much I wanted to bury my nose in the crook of his neck just to breathe him in.

He tried to break free, pushing his muscled body against mine. The solid bulge in his jeans brushed against my equally hard dick, and I froze. My nostrils flared, and I bit back a groan, forcing myself not to grind against him the way my entire body was demanding.

Shock painted CJ's features as his jaw drifted open. He immediately snapped it closed, eyes narrowed. "You're hard."

Who the hell was he to say anything when he wasn't in any better shape? I arched my brow. "You really want to go there?"

"Yes, let's." He lifted his hips just enough to emphasize his meaning. "Let's talk about why your cock seems to beveryfucking interested in this conversation."

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