Page 57 of Resisting my Roommate

An unexpected pang of jealousy hits me at the idea that I’m not the only woman he’s invited into his bed. We may not have spoken about things in depth, but I’ve picked up enough from my conversations with Dylan to know he doesn’t do the relationship thing. After what he shared earlier, I can’t blame him. But I’m not sure how to feel about being just another woman he spends time with before moving on so he doesn’t have to get emotionally involved.

So he doesn’t have to experience anything remotely resembling pain or heartache.

If I were in his shoes, I wouldn’t want to get attached, either.

“Where did you go?”

Jude’s voice snaps me back to the present, and I force my gaze to his as he settles between my legs, the condom in place.

“Just thinking,” I assure him, pushing down my uneasy thoughts.

“What did we agree on earlier? Don’t think.” He brings his erection up to me, teasing my entrance. “Just feel.” He eases just slightly inside before retreating.

“Jude,” I moan, desperation and desire coursing through my veins.

“Please what?” he teases, and I love the playfulness in his tone.

Love that I have this side of Jude back. That we can be these people again. The people we were before I stumbled on that nursery.

“Please put me out of my goddamn misery,” I whimper as he continues to torture me, inching inside before pulling back once more.

“You want me to stop?”

“No!” I shout, panic racing through me at the thought.

Chuckling, he brushes his mouth against mine in a barely there kiss that leaves me wanting more. “Then tell me what you want, Abbey.”

His voice is gruff, deep, demanding, and I acquiesce to his command.

“I want you to fuck me, Jude.”

He’s silent for a moment, completely unmoving. Then a conniving smile crawls on his lips.

“Good girl.”

I didn’t realize two words could have such an effect on me, but hearing him call me a good girl in such a wanton, sensual voice does things to me.

He rewards me by pushing fully inside, taking his time to savor every single inch.

I wrap my arms around him, clinging to his strong body as if he’s the only thing anchoring me to this world. We remain motionless for what feels like an eternity, lost in this place of contentment. Of completion. Of unexpected bliss.

“Goddamn,” Jude hisses through an intense shiver. “Fucking incredible, Abbey.” He slowly pulls back, his eyes meeting mine. “You feel fucking incredible.”

With renewed force, he plunges inside again, and I moan at the welcome invasion. Nothing has ever felt this powerful. This mind-blowing. This all-consuming.

Jude buries his head in the crook of my neck, breathing heavily, as if struggling to control himself.

“Let go, Jude,” I whisper. “I want you to be free with me. Give me all of you.”

He lifts his gaze to mine, a tense silence passing between us. I expect him to remind me that he’ll never be able to give me all of him. Not when he’s still broken into thousands of pieces.

But he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he slowly withdraws before thrusting back inside.

This time, he doesn’t pause. Doesn’t stop. Just fucks me with everything he has.

When his teeth clamp down on my neck, euphoria and agony collide within me, and I cry out. But he doesn’t relent. If anything, he fucks me faster. Bites me harder.

There’s no doubt in my mind there will be a mark there tomorrow. I like the idea of him marking me, branding me as his. Like the idea of walking past him at the taproom so he can catch a glimpse of all the ways he owned my body tonight.

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