Page 56 of Resisting my Roommate

With each thrust of his fingers and flick of his tongue, my senses are heightened. It’s been so long since I’ve felt anything remotely close to this. I’m not sure how long I’ll last.

“What do you need?”

“More. I need more.” I circle against him, desperate for release, blind with lust.

“More what?”

“More of your fingers. More of your tongue.” I grip his face in my hands, forcing his eyes to mine. “More of you.”

“Whatever you need, it’s yours.” He slides his tongue against my clit, thrusting his fingers in and out of me.

I can’t remember the last time Carson did this for me. Whenever we were together, it was about him. After a while, I learned to just fake it so it would be over quicker.

There’s no need to fake it with Jude. Not when I feel my body tensing, that familiar sensation bubbling low in my core.

“Don’t fight it, Abbey,” he says, as if able to read my body. “Let me feel you.”

When he gently grazes my clit with his teeth, all my control shatters and I scream his name, waves of euphoria washing over me. He drags out my orgasm, wanting me to experience every sensation, every thrill, every delicious quiver.

When I’m finally sated, he snakes up my body and crushes his mouth against mine, the taste of me on his lips intoxicating.

“What else?” I pant, a renewed wave of bliss cresting inside me when his arousal hits my center.

“What do you mean?”

“What else did you imagine?”

He smirks. “You still want more?”

I crane toward him, taking his earlobe between my teeth. “I’ll always want more with you.”

My fingers trail down his back, nails digging in as his muscles tense under my touch.

“How the hell do you do that?” He brings his gaze to mine, looking at me in wonder.

“Do what?” I swallow hard.

“Make me lose my mind with just a touch?” He cradles my face in his hands, so much emotion swirling in his dark eyes. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to think about this,” he confesses. “About you.”

My heart squeezes at the confusion and desperation in his words. I wish I had an answer, but I don’t.

“Remember what I told you earlier?” I bring my lips back to his. “Don’t think. Just feel.” I rake my nails down his spineagain, eliciting a deep groan from him that sends desire spiraling through me. “Feel me.”

I press my mouth back to his, and he swallows my moan as his own. His tongue swipes against mine in an intoxicating combination of affection and lust that ignites every nerve in my body.

Too soon, he breaks away and stands up, hastily shedding his clothes. As he does, I take a moment to appreciate his body. It’s not the first time I’ve seen him shirtless. Hell, I still have fond memories of my first morning here. Of tripping on that last stair and falling into his arms, his body warm and addicting. But seeing him naked… This man belongs in a museum. Sculptors should study him, every inch pure perfection.

Returning to me, he touches his mouth to mine, his lips moving in a deliberate dance that leaves me sighing.

“This,” he murmurs as I relish in the warmth of his chest against mine now that there’s nothing between us.

“What’s that?”

“You asked me what else I imagined.” He locks his eyes with mine. “I imagined this.”

“Then don’t make me wait any longer. We’ve already waited long enough.”

“You’re right about that.” He reaches for the top drawer of his nightstand and opens it, revealing a stash of condoms.

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