Page 40 of Pucking My Grumpy Roommate
I pulled out a container, barely seeing what it was. My brain was too busy replaying the message he’d held up, the filthy scrawl that had short-circuited every neuron in my brain.
Oh, he wanted to play games?
Fine.
I shoved the fridge door closed and met Austin’s eyes across the room—his gaze already locked on me, dark and unreadable. Then, without breaking eye contact, I slid out of my cardigan and let it drop to the floor. The tank I wore underneath clung to my skin, cropped just enough to show the sliver of skin where my ribs dipped in.
I padded across the kitchen like I wasn’t plotting revenge, like I wasn’t fully aware of his eyes flicking toward me between every sentence.
Then, I opened the freezer, pulled out one of his precious protein popsicles, unwrapped it slowly, and dragged my tongue across the top—one long, deliberate lick.
His voice on the call wobbled.
I took a bite, moaning softly around it. Then licked my bottom lip clean.
Across the room, Austin’s posture turned to stone. His hand tightened around the phone. His gaze sharpened like he was about to tackle me—and not on the ice.
“Tomorrow?” he said, his voice rougher now. “That’s…short notice.”
I bent at the waist, as if I’d dropped something—definitely hadn’t—and stayed down just long enough for him to see the way my tank rode up my back. When I stood again, I caught him watching me in the reflection of the microwave door. Hungry. Dangerous.
He snapped his gaze back to the call.
“Yeah, I understand the opportunity. Email me the details.”
I turned around, leaning back against the counter with the popsicle held between two fingers, and took one last, slow lick just as he ended the call.
He stood there, jaw tight, breathing uneven. Eyes locked on me like I was a challenge he wasdesperateto accept.
I raised a brow, lips curved into a knowing smile. “Was that important?”
He unraveled before my eyes—not in panic, but in hunger. And this time, he didn’t hold back.
The next second, the popsicle was gone—torn gently but firmly from my fingers—and his mouth was on mine. Hard,hungry,possessive. I gasped, and he took full advantage, deepening the kiss with a growl that vibrated through my chest.
My back hit the counter. His hands found my waist, then slid under my tank, dragging it upward like it offended him. I barely got my hands into his hair before it was gone—flung somewhere over my shoulder.
“That mouth’s gonna get you in trouble,” he murmured darkly. “And I’m not in the mood to let you off easy.”
“You started it,” I whispered, breathless.
“And I’m finishing it.”
His mouth moved to my neck, kissing, nipping, claiming. My head fell back as his hands traveled lower, gripping my thighs, lifting me effortlessly onto the counter.
Cold marble met my skin. His fingers hooked into my waistband. “You want to play games, Chaos?” he growled. “Fine. But you’re mine now.”
“Just us?” I managed, breath catching as his fingers skimmed the edge of my panties.
His gaze burned into mine. “No distractions. No calls. Just us,” he said, pushing the fabric aside and sliding his fingers slowly through my slick heat.
“And you. Falling apart for me.”
I whimpered. He smirked.
“Better hold on to the counter, Doc. Class is officially in session.”
I held onto the counter like he told me—bare thighs against the cool marble, heart pounding as Austin dropped to his knees.
