Page 27 of Resisting You
Shit. As much as I desperately wanted her to stay here with me, the temptation of sleeping within the same walls might just kill us both. “You can take the bed,” I added quickly. “I can sleep on the pull out.”
She sighed. “We may not have a choice.”
“Well, don’t sound too excited.” I crossed to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, cracking the cap before handing it to Rosa. “Here. Drink. You look like you’ve seen?—”
“Your penis,” she finished for me, grabbing the bottle and taking a swig.
“I was going to saya ghost.” I chuckled as she fell to a seat on the couch, dropping her head into her free hand.
I lowered to the seat beside her and bumped her gently with my elbow. “I think I should be insulted. I’ve never had a woman scream and run for the door after seeing me naked.”
I meant that as a joke, but instead of laughing or even cracking a smile, her eyes skimmed across my shoulders and down my bare torso.
The paleness in her cheeks was replaced with a flush of pink and the molten brown of her eyes left my heart racing and my cock twitching.
Fuck. Was she… was sheturned on?
Each rise and fall of her chest heaved with her inhales and exhales and I found myself gripping the edge of the couch. The textured fabric pinched between each of my clenched fingers as she slowly skimmed those eyes back up to look into mine. Dark brown pools of desire reflected back at me. Then, she caught her bottom lip between her teeth.
Holy God. I wanted those lips. I wanted to cup her jaw and press my mouth to hers and kiss Rosa into submission until she was wriggling against my body, spreading for me, and begging me to take her.
And judging by the way her pupils dilated, Rosa may just want the same thing as me.
I should have closed my eyes. Looked away from her hypnotic stare and willed my body to calm down.
But I didn’t.
Instead, I lifted a hand and dragged my thumb across her bottom lip, freeing it from the clamp of her teeth.
“Noah,” Rosa whispered, dragging her hand from my shoulder down my bicep. Her fingers curled over my flexed bicep as her smooth throat moved with a swallow.
I hadn’t counted on the rush of heat that surged up my skin from her touch. “Hm?”
“If we’re going to be forced to share a hotel room this week, I’m going to need you to put a shirt on.”
I chuckled, but Rosa didn’t even crack a smile. She was dead serious, her eyes cast onto my pecs, fingers dancing over my biceps.
Gooseflesh lifted my skin beneath the silky pads of her fingers. It took every ounce of restraint to stop myself from reaching out to caress her in return. Something told me that the moment I did that, she would retreat.
That was the last thing I wanted.
I wanted her to keep touching me. Lean into me. Hold me.
Kiss me.
But it had to be on her terms, in her time.
I was in control… until those fingers trailed down the center of my chest over my abs, plucking each ridge like the strings of a guitar.
A cross between a growl and a guttural moan escaped me. Her muscles bunched from within my arms where I held her.
Shit.
Within a moment, she was on her feet across the room, pressed against the kitchenette counter like she was a bunny rabbit caged with a tiger. “I-I’m sorry,” she said. “This isn’t going to work.”
I reached for a shirt that was hanging out of my suitcase and slipped it on over my shoulders. “Which part? You staying here? Or us pretending to be married.”
Her only answer was the press of her lips.
