Page 121 of A Bossy Roommate

He kisses me again. The emotions I’m dealing with are endless. Excitement, anxiety, and some fear is there, butthey’re quickly overpowered by more positive ones, like hope, happiness, and love. God do I love this man. I love him more than I can even quantify.

And he loves me.

What started off as a beneficial arrangement has somehow morphed along the way. It’s become something else, something deeper and immensely powerful.

Carter’s firm hands clutch me close and surround me with warmth. The warmth of his kisses, his touch, his body. It’s all overwhelming in a wonderful way.

I gasp into his kisses, chanting his name once his mouth trails down to my throat. Every time we touch it feels like the first. I have the same rush of adrenaline, the same flood of emotions. They’ve only gotten stronger. I lose myself in the sensations, in Carter’s show of love. I’m going to spend the rest of my life with this man, this wonderful, generous man who knows me better than I know myself.

I want it to always be like this. I want us to always love each other and want one another so much that when our skin touches, it’s like coming home. Even now, I could swear we sizzle. Shocks of heat flow through my veins, fueling the flames of desire. Carter’s mouth steals my breath while he pushes into me.

Finally, we’re connected, mind, body, and soul.

We move in tandem, hands grasping, mouths tasting, hearts beating as one. He takes his time, touching and kissing every bit of me he can reach. With every kiss, I feel our love surge through my veins, igniting a flame that will never die.

When we come, when I feel the heat of him inside me, tears run down my cheeks because it reminds me that our love is strong and will be able to conquer anything.

Carter holds me after, my back pressed into his chest so his hand can reach around to trace absentminded patterns on my stomach.

“I love you,” he says again with as much firmness and conviction as the first time.

“I love you too, Carter. This has to be a dream.”

“Why?”

“It’s too good to be true.”

He strokes my hair. “You’re allowed to have what you want, Eden. Look at where you are, what you did. You’re so damn strong. You left everything you knew because you wanted a better life for yourself. I’d have to be brain dead not to notice what an amazing woman you are.” He pauses. “And that’s why I have one more thing for you. It’s clear that you possess an inherent passion for celebrating in style. In fact, if anybody knows how to make celebrations memorable, it’s you.”

“Me? What do you mean?”

“I have one more surprise. The ring wasn’t your only present.” With a kiss on my head, he gets up. In one swift move, he pulls on his jeans, delectable abs in full motion. The hawk emits an exhilarated cry, its talons outstretched, poised for takeoff. “Be right back.”

He runs out, and a minute later, when he comes back in, he hands me the sweetest and funniest surprise. A box of…cupcakes.

With strawberries on top.

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CARTER

After indulging in the cupcakes in various delicious ways, places, and manners—the inevitable happens. With a loud crack, the bed frame collapses beneath us. A crash echoes, cupcakes fly. We look at the mess, then at each other, and erupt in laughter. After paying for the damages, we maneuver all of Eden’s stuff and us back into our apartment, where we drift off to sleep wrapped in each other’s arms.

The next morning, I wake at my usual time: 5:00 a.m.

However, instead of getting out of bed to exercise, I stay for half an hour longer, enjoying her sleeping presence. I decide to let her sleep in as long as she can afford and wake her after my workout.

Eden stirs and rolls over onto her back, her green eyes sliding open to meet mine. The beautiful soft smile that spreads across her face tugs at my heart.

“Good morning,” she mumbles, voice hoarse from sleep.

“Good morning, baby. You sleep okay?”

She nods, stretching her arms above her head and letting out a quiet groan, which goes straight to my dick. “Better than I havein days,” she says. “Probably because of the unforgettable night. Even the bed couldn’t handle us.”

“It’s seen better days, that’s for sure.”

“It was fun, though,” she says with a mischievous glint.

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