Page 55 of Resisting my Roommate

He cups them through my shirt, squeezing my sensitive nipples. A sharp gasp escapes my lips as pleasure and pain blend together, an inferno burning me from the inside out.

“How they’d feel,” he continues. “How you’d react when I took your nipple between my teeth.”

“Then why don’t you find out?” I exhale.

“Gladly.” Reaching for the hem of my shirt, he arches a single brow.

We can stop this right now, refuse to cross the line that’s been murky between us from the beginning. A voice in my head tells me that’s exactly what I should do. That Jude’s the kind of man who will completely eviscerate my heart.

But I don’t care about that. Not when I’m desperate to feel him.

With a nod, I sit up and allow him to take off my shirt. Once he lifts it over my head, I unhook my bra, tossing it onto the floor.

“Goddamn.” His pupils dilate with hunger as he lowers me back against the mattress, taking my breasts in his hands.

I close my eyes and savor in his touch, especially when he lowers his mouth to one nipple, circling his tongue around it before taking it between his teeth. When he nibbles, I can’t help but moan, my core clenching, body throbbing with want.

“What else?” I pant, struggling to catch my breath.

He meets my gaze. “What’s that?”

“What else did you imagine?”

A sly grin tugs on his mouth and he returns his lips to my breasts before snaking down my body, exploring every inch like I’m an undiscovered treasure and he’s desperate to know all of my secrets.

When he reaches my waist, he peers back up at me. “I imagined how you’d taste. How your body would writhe and quiver as I made you come with my mouth.” He drags his tongue down my stomach, circling my belly button. “Can I do that, Abbey? Can I make you come all over my tongue?”

“God, yes.”

I’ve never been with someone who talked like this before. Sure, I’ve read my fair share of romance novels lately, thanks to Grandma Estelle. I didn’t think men like this existed. Now I know they do. And damn if Jude’s dirty talk isn’t driving me wild with need, an intense craving building inside I don’t think will ever be satisfied.

“Good.”

His fingers skim along the waistband of my jeans, his eyes never straying from mine as he lowers the zipper. I arch my hips in silent permission, and he eases my jeans and panties down my legs.

For a brief moment, I feel exposed.Tooexposed. He’s still fully dressed and I’m on his bed without a single scrap of clothing on.

“Perfect,” he murmurs in appreciation as he pushes my thighs apart. “You are fucking perfect.”

Any apprehension I had instantly vanishes, especially when he glides his tongue along my center, sending shivers through my body.

“Oh, god,” I whimper, gripping the sheets below me in an attempt to ground myself when I feel like I’m about to lose all control.

“You like that?”

“It’s so good.” I run my fingers through his hair, digging my nails into his scalp. “You’re not even inside me and you feel so good.”

“It’s killing me not to be,” he confesses, pushing a finger inside me, stretching and massaging. “But we have all night. No need to rush things.”

“All night? I don’t know if I’ll last all night.”

He peers up at me, my desire coating his lips. “I’ll do my best to make sure you do. But first, I need to make sure you come.”

He returns his mouth to me, his tongue lapping at my clit as he adds another finger, intensifying the sensation.

“You taste so fucking good, Abbey. Been imagining how you would taste since the day I met you. How you would feel. How you would move.”

“Jude,” I exhale, his name a plea on my lips.

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