Page 23 of Counting On You

Chapter Six

Kaiden

My gripon the razor tightens as I start to move it down the side of my face, leaving a smooth line behind. I rinse the razor under the cold water and bring it back up to my face, holding it close to my skin.

I stare at myself in the mirror, but it’s not me who I see.

It’s the vexed stare of my new roommate.

Damn.

It’s been at least half an hour since the bathroom incident, but I’m still worked up like a goddamn teenager in heat.

My counselor mentioned her name, but I can’t remember. I can’t even focus on racking my brain to find that tidbit of information. All I can think about is how hot she is.

My head is pounding, and fuck, my hands are still shaking.

It’s not fear that’s squeezing my chest in her clutches. It’s pure, raw need and anticipation, all fueled by the knowledge that I’ll be seeing a lot of her.

A lot.

I’m not even sure why I’m surprised, but I am.

When I arrived two days ago, I was told that I’d be partnered up with a woman. Apparently, sex addicts are now paired with love addicts. I was told something about knowing that a girl is obsessive and clingy being a huge turn-off and usually…I would agree.

As soon as I hear the word commitment, my dick goes all limp. Limp like floppy, soft, put on your PJs and go straight under the covers because there’s not going to be any action tonight, ma’am.

The only thing worse than obsessive and clingy is doing the same woman twice.

I never do twice. That’s almost a relationship.

I do one hook-up per woman; strictly one hook-up only.

And lots of fucking, preferably in all kinds of shades and flavors.

I aim to please, and I aim to return the favor, but I don’t do commitment. Not once; not twice. Never. The mere thought of a woman asking for my phone number causes my entire body to break out in a cold sweat.

In my opinion, there’s nothing wrong with being different than the rest.

But good gracious…my new roommate is a goddamn nutcase.

And most importantly, she’s hot.

If love were a cake, she would be the icing on it.

There is no denying I would fuck her in a heartbeat if the chance presented itself.

Her hair, long and curly, moved down past her breasts. Her breasts bounced as she stormed out. I could instantly tell from the way they moved that they were real. And I’m pretty sure she is a natural redhead, too. Even though I don’t really have a type, redheads with their fiery temperament and milky complexions are my weakness.

Secretly, they’ve always been my favorite kind.

There’s a fire burning inside them that can never be stifled.

I bet she’s so wild in bed she’d let me continue to fuck her even after the bed breaks, which, judging from the quality of the mattress in my bedroom, won’t stand a chance once I get down and dirty.

Something tells me she isn’t going to be quite as easy to get, though. She carries an air of dignity and aloofness, as if she’s used to keeping guys at arm’s length.

It could be my imagination though.

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