Page 54 of Resisting my Roommate

“Seeing as your breathing has increased and you keep moistening your lips, I’d say those are reliable indicators of whether I’m progressing toward my goal.” I curve toward her, nipping at her skin. “I’d bet if I ran my fingers along your panties right now, they’d be soaked. Am I right?”

“Maybe,” she exhales before taking a moment to compose herself. “What about achievable?”

“I’d like to think it is. And then some.” I wink.

“Relevant?” Her question drips with lust as she peers at me through hooded lids.

“I can’t think of a more relevant goal at the moment,” I answer gruffly, grinding my hips against her, letting her feel just how relevant it is.

“Timely?” she whimpers, briefly closing her eyes as she basks in the feel of me.

“God, I fucking hope so.” I bury my head in her neck, desperate to lose myself in her.

“Well then…” She drapes an arm over my shoulder and rakes her fingers through my hair. “Let’s see if I can help you achieve your goal.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” I growl.

Then I crush my lips back against hers.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

ABBEY

I didn’t think this was possible.

I’m not surprised that Jude would be kissing me. Or that we just had a conversation about how his goal tonight is to sleep with me.

Instead, I didn’t think it possible that a kiss could make me feel like this. So lightheaded. So breathless. So out of control.

But in the best way imaginable.

“Hold on,” he rasps.

Before I can ask him what he means by that, he grips my ass, forcing my legs around his waist as he lifts me, carrying me up the stairs as if I weigh nothing.

When we reach his room, he places me onto the bed, his gaze sharp and assessing.

I haven’t been back in here since the morning I snooped. But unlike that morning, the lighting is dim, masking the fact that he once shared this bed with someone else.

With someone he loved.

Maybe someone he still does.

Jude crawls on top of me and reclaims my mouth, his harsh kiss erasing the idea from my mind. Explosive currents racethrough my body, becoming more intense as his erection hits that spot I’m desperate to feel him, and I release a moan.

“Just like I imagined,” he croons before diving in for another kiss, hard and searching.

“What did you imagine?”

“How you’d sound.” He trails kisses from my lips and down my neck, his teeth nipping slightly. “But that’s not all I thought about.”

“It’s not?”

I meet his dark gaze and he slowly shakes his head, the look in his eyes causing my pulse to race.

“What else did you think about?”

“These tits.”

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