Page 53 of Resisting my Roommate

Surprise flickers in her eyes. “What do you mean?”

“You make me want more.”

I cup her face, closing the gap between us until our breaths intermingle in the warm night air.

“You make me feel things I haven’t let myself feel in a long time, and I don’t know what I’m supposed to think about that.”

My declaration hangs in the air between us, echoing in the stillness of the night. I half expect for her to push me away. Tell me she could never forgive me for how I’ve treated her these past several days. Honestly, she shouldn’t forgive me.

But then her lips curve up into the same enigmatic smile that drew me to her when we first met, making me want to know all of her secrets.

As she presses her body against mine, I can feel her warmth. Her understanding. Her forgiveness.

I don’t deserve it. Don’t deserve her.

But when her mouth inches closer, I don’t care. The heaviness in my chest fades away, and I focus on her and her alone. Not my pain. Not my regrets. Just Abbey, and the way she makes me feel more alive than I thought possible.

“Maybe you should stop thinking,” she says, husky and wanton.

“And do what?”

“Maybe you should feel instead.” Her lips hover achingly close to mine. “Feel me, Jude.”

Her words are like a siren’s call, stirring something inside of me I can’t ignore. Any lingering resistance evaporates, and I slam my mouth against her, electricity shooting through my veins at the feel of her lips moving with mine. I’ve fantasized about what it would be like to kiss her more times than I care to admit. Even when I was trying to avoid her.

She tastes even better than I imagined, her tongue gliding against mine as if this is a dance we’ve done dozens of times before, consuming me until I can no longer breathe.

I tear away, panting in an attempt to regain some control over myself.

“We… We shouldn’t do this,” I manage to say.

“Oh.” Her expression falls, and she averts her gaze. “Right. Bad idea since you’re technically my boss and all that. Sorry.” She starts to turn and head into the house.

But before she can get far, I grab a hold of her wrist and pull her back against me. Nuzzling my face into her neck, I rasp out, “I don’t mean we shouldn’t do this at all.”

“Then wha?—”

“Mrs. Carlson lives across the street and loves to report on everything she observes in the neighborhood.”

I pull back and trace my gaze over her face. Piercing blue eyes. Slender nose. Plump lips I’m lucky enough to know how they taste.

“I don’t know about you, but I’d rather keep my sex life private.”

She smirks, hoisting herself onto her toes. “You’re being a bit presumptuous, aren’t you?”

“Perhaps,” I begin, placing my hand on her hip and steering her into the house, kicking the door closed behind us. “Although I prefer to think of it as setting a goal and developing a plan toachieve it. It’s not a completely unrealistic one. In fact, if you ask me, it would qualify as a SMART goal.”

“A SMART goal?” She raises an inquisitive brow.

“Precisely.” I give her a wicked look as I press her against the wall. “Specific, measurable, achievable, realistic, and timely. Obviously, it’s specific enough. I want to put my cock in your pussy and make you see stars.”

Her complexion turns red, and I love that I have this effect on her. Even so, she doesn’t shy away. If anything, she wants to hear more.

“And measurable?” she coos, batting her lashes. “How will you measure your progress?”

“I can just look at you to find out how close I am to achieving it.”

“How so?”

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