Page 41 of Clueless Romeo

What the hell was he doing here, and why wasn't he dry humping the ex-pro baller at this exact moment?

My steps quickened as I headed for the door and flipped the lock. CJ pushed the door open with a force that would have sent a smaller man flying back. He stepped inside and slammed the door shut behind him, making the glass rattle.

CJ stood in front of me, fuming. Eyes narrowed, and jaw clenched tight, he stared at me. I hadn't expected him to show up on my doorstep, so I stared back, mute and suddenly unsure of what to say.

"You plan on answering me?" he said through clenched teeth.

Folding my arms over my chest, I glared back. "Why aren't you out with Nate?"

Even though he was the only one with a reason to be mad, it didn't change the fact that I was angry about the situation as well. Mostly at myself. I was also confused about how he'd gotten to my doorstep so quickly.

"You're asking questions when you haven't answered mine?" CJ growled. "What does it matter? Did it ever occur to you that he's at my place right now, waiting for me to come back once I find out why my neighbor is blowing up my phone?"

"I was not blowing up your phone. I was just checking in."

He laughed, but there was no humor in the sound. "Bullshit, Roman." Mute, I continued to stare, and CJ took one step toward me. "Don't go quiet on me now, Cupid. You had plenty to say by text. You set me up with the perfect guy for me, right?" Another step closer. "Nate and I would make such a great couple, don't you think?"

He was goading me, and I recognized that. "Yeah, I do."

The response was true, but I didn't have to like it.

He shot me a taunting grin. "You're were right about him. The whole time we were out, I kept thinking about his body. His tongue—"

I snapped, and his frosty eyes widened when I advanced on him so fast his back hit the door. Leaning in, hands on the freezing glass, nose to nose, I whispered, "You wantedhistongue on your body? You sure about that, CJ? Because your cock was hard as fuck forme. Did you get hard for him too? Were you picturing me when you were kissing him?"

He smirked. "I was so hard for him, I leaked all over my fucking—"

What little control I had unraveled in savage need to erase every trace of Nate from what was mine. I gripped his face with my hands as my mouth covered his with a desperation I could no longer deny. "Open your mouth," I pleaded, white-hot need coursing through my veins as I nipped at his plump bottom lip. I didn't give a shit that someone could walk by the clear glass and catch us at any moment. Let them watch. CJ was mine. "Let me in," I rasped as my stubble grated along his shaven skin.

CJ groaned as his lips parted. I slipped my tongue inside, and the first taste of his tongue wrapping around mine nearly brought me to my knees. He tasted like beer and felt like a sin. I soaked up every moan that rumbled in his chest, pressing closer until every inch of his body rubbed against mine. I lost all control over my body as I rolled my hips, letting him feel the effect he had on me through the thin fabric. My cock was hard as stone, and a shiver raced up my spine when he slid his hands to my ass, pulling me closer. He wanted this as much as I did. CJ rocked against me, grinding, driving me fucking insane.

I took control of his mouth, swallowing every sound that dripped from his lips. I was fucking starved, and CJ was the only person capable of satiating my hunger. Because it belonged to him and only him.

We broke apart, gasping for air, but I hadn't even begun to get my fill. I wanted more.

"You liar," I rasped. "You're so damn hard for me. Only me."

"You want it to be only you. Admit it." CJ took me by surprise, shoving me back a step, slipping around me, and whipping me around to slam my back against the door.

He pressed flush against me before I could argue, not that I could. My voice was lost in the sensation of our cocks pinned between our bodies, his chest against mine, CJ rolling his hips to the point of driving me to mindless need. My fingers trailed along his sides, holding him in place.

I'd never wanted to fuck as much as I did at that moment. The curves and soft flesh of a woman had never drawn a craving so intense from me that I lost the ability to reason with myself, even to think rationally. I wanted a man. I wanted CJ, more than I wanted to breathe.

"You are dying for me to wrap my lips around your cock, Roman, admit it." He thrust, sending a spike of fire down my spine and making my balls draw tight. "You want me to turn you inside out and swallow your fucking come. It drives you bat shit crazy to think it was Nate I'd fucked with my mouth."

The last fucking thing I wanted to hear was another man's name coming from his lips when his name was the only one I could form.

"The next name out of your mouth better be mine," I whispered, deceptively soft when I was feeling anything but.

He chuckled, the sound dark and husky. "Then admit it. I want you to fucking tell the truth this time. You wanted it last week, and you want it so bad now it's painful. Does your dick ache for me? Tell me how bad you want it."

"Sounds like you're the one who wants it," I hissed while drowning in the heated pool of his gaze.

His eyes narrowed to slits. "Unbelievable. You interrupt my date with theperfect guy—"

My pulse spiked just at the mention of another man when my hands were still on his sculpted body. "I swear if you say his name again—"

CJ smirked. "Who? Na—"

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