Page 62 of Resisting my Roommate

“I’m beginning to realize that,” I exhale as he presses his mouth more firmly against mine.

“You have time for a shower if you want,” he says, pulling back. “Is there anything you won’t eat or are allergic to?”

“Nope. I’m easy.”

A devilish glint flashes in his eyes as he slides his hand between my legs, teasing me. “And I love that about you.”

He gives me one last kiss, then retreats, leaving me somewhat frustrated and contemplating going into my bedroom to take care of the problem myself.

But I like the idea of Jude owning all my orgasms. At least for now.

Climbing out of his bed, I pad on light feet across the hallway into my room to take a much-needed shower. The warm wateris invigorating on my body, my muscles aching from the past twenty-four hours. One thing is certain. I may need to increase the intensity of my yoga workouts if I’m to keep up with Jude. The man is a damn machine.

And I’m enjoying every second of it.

After toweling off and piling my curls on the top of my head with a silk scrunchie, I rummage through my dresser for something clean to wear. Unfortunately, I haven’t done laundry lately. I was planning on doing it today, but I never got around to it. All I have is one pair of clean underwear. Nothing else. I could throw on something dirty, but I decide to borrow some of Jude’s clothes instead.

Making my way back to his room, I open the middle drawer of his dresser and find the t-shirt I slept in my first night here. After slipping it on, I head downstairs, the aroma of garlic and onion growing stronger with every step.

As I emerge into the kitchen, Jude looks up from stirring something on the stove, his eyes flaming at the sight of me.

“I hope you don’t mind that I borrowed one of your shirts. I hoped to do laundry today, but someone couldn’t stop putting his dick in me.”

“I didn’t hear any complaints.” He chews on his bottom lip as his heated gaze drinks me in, a quiver working its way through me.

“And you won’t.” I saunter into the kitchen, leaning against the island. “You can stick your dick in me anytime you want.”

“I might have to take you up on that rather generous offer.” Closing the distance between us, he touches his lips to mine, taking me somewhat by surprise.

I had this image in my mind of keeping anything sexual or intimate in the bedroom only. Thought when we were outside the bedroom, it would be business as usual.

I’m starting to think nothing about this arrangement will be business as usual.

“Wine?” Jude asks, gradually pulling back.

“What? No beer?”

“While I love beer, I think chardonnay would pair better with what I’m making.”

“What’s that?”

“Mushroom risotto with salmon.”

I let out a low whistle. “And here I thought you were just going to throw some pasta in boiling water and open a jar of sauce.”

He grimaces at the notion.

“First, my mother would disown me if I ever used jarred sauce. She’d go on and on about mynonnaandbisnonnacoming back from the dead to lash me with a wet noodle or beat me with a wooden spoon. Or something equally dramatic.”

“I take it you’re part Italian then.”

“On my mom’s side.” He pours us each a glass of golden chardonnay and hands one to me, a playful glint in his eye. “Second, you’re going to need your energy for what I have planned for you later, and pasta with jarred sauce won’t cut it.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“Me, too. Cheers.”

“Cheers.” I touch my glass to his, then take a sip, savoring the smooth flavor of the oaky chardonnay. “Do you need help with anything?”

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