Page 75 of Roommate Wars
I looked down at her as I carried her into my bedroom. “Get your head out of the gutter, Hot Stuff. I’m taking you to your favorite place in the apartment.”
She glanced inside my room and rolled her eyes. “I’ve heard that line before.”
“Have you not crawled into my bed in the middle of the night not once, but twice?”
She sighed. “Yes, but—”
“And both times did you not enjoy said bed with relish?”
Her lips pursed. “The first time a little too much.”
I set her on the edge of the mattress before grabbing the TV remote off the nightstand. “Don’t worry, Elise, I won’t touch you. Unless you want me to?” I lifted an eyebrow suggestively.
She threw a pillow at my head. “Find something good on TV.”
“Sure.” I reached back, pulled my shirt over my head, and tossed it aside. At her stunned look, I said, “What? I’m getting comfortable. I don’t sleep in a shirt, and this is my bed.” I grinned at her flustered expression.
“You’re seducing me,” she said accusingly.
I leaned back onto the pillow, crossing my legs at the ankle as I flipped through the channel menu. “My seduction techniques are more subtle than this. You’d never know it once I started.”
“That sounds alarming. Are you a spy or a lover?”
I shifted so my chest was facing her and continued to scroll. “I believe in subtlety.”
“Right, like ordering four dinners and three desserts? Real subtle, Jackson.”
I glanced over. “Feel free to get comfortable. You don’t need to wear that stuffy T-shirt. You can take it off. I promise I won’t touch.”
“Unlike some people”—she glared at my chest—“I don’t sleep without a top. Stop trying to get me to do bad things.”
“I’d never do that… Oh, here’s a good one.” I stopped on an R-rated romantic comedy and looked at her innocently. “It’s perfect for us.”
She growled and covered her head with a pillow. “This is extortion,” came her muffled words.
“You’re free to walk out anytime.” I faced the TV and got more comfortable. What Elise didn’t realize was that I’d wait forever for her.
Something hit me in the side of the head a second before I realized it was the pillow that had been covering her face and that Elise was on top of me, grabbing the sides of my head with her small but strong hands. “You win,” she said and mauled my mouth with delicate, plundering lips.
I tossed the remote and flipped her onto her back. “Took you long enough.”
“You planned this!” She grabbed my face and started kissing me—on my mouth, on my cheeks, then back to my mouth.
“Enough teasing, Hot Stuff.” I pulled her hands above her head and kissed her like I’d wanted to from the start, slow and steady and with a ton of bottled-up sexual energy I’d been containing since we met.
After a moment of drugging kisses that had my head spinning, I leaned back. “This okay?” It was always good to check. We joked, but I really wasn’t in a rush, though my dick might disagree.
“No,” she said and tugged at the shorts I’d been wearing around the house and that said dick was straining against. “Take them off right now, Jackson.”
I leaned back, admiring her. “I love a strong woman.” I slung my legs over the side of the bed and shucked my shorts faster than it took for her to run her fingers through her mussed hair. “Done. What else?”
She glared at my boxers. “The rest of it too.”
“Before you’ve even removed a stitch?”
“Yep.”
I grinned and watched her as I removed my boxer briefs. I wasn’t modest, but she certainly was if her blush was any indication. “You doing okay there, Hot Stuff?”
