Page 4 of Kissed By My Roommate

A man only has so much control.

She rolls her eyes, “I don’t really see how your question is relevant.”

She’s come to rest catty corner from me, leaning against the other counter and I haven’t missed the way her eyes have taken in my shoulders and my dirty wifebeater. I’m more than happy for my girl to check me out. I love it when she does.

It makes my heart pound. It makes me want to get her all sweaty only to clean her up again. I know I shouldn’t touch her. Not yet anyway.

I do get closer, crowding her by resting my hands on the counter on either side of her hips. Her eyes widen as she looks up at me. That’s not what does me in. No.

It’s when she starts to pant, her perfectly pink lips pouting, that my control almost fucking snaps. It would be so easy to give her what she clearly wants by pressing my lips against hers. I know she’d melt against me and thinking about it makes my cock throb.

I echo her, “You don’t see how my question is relevant?”

She swallows hard and lets out a breathy sigh, “Yeah?”

I smirk down at her, wishing it was her reaching for me. I’m not usually one for the woman to make the first move, but in this case, I need to make sure Zoey really wants this. I need to know it’s about me, about us, and something she simply can’t refuse or ignore.

“This is my house and my kitchen, Zoey.” I almost face palm myself because I know I sound like an asshole, but it’s like I can’t stop it at this point. “Why would it be surprising to find me here?”

“I thought you were working,” her voice is small and all I want to do is wrap her up in my arms. I look into her eyes and watch an ember catch there, igniting her fury. “Actually,” her chin juts out and if her ire wasn’t directed at me, I would find her sexy as fuck, “I know you were working because I was trying to sleep, and I couldn’t because of the fucking racket.”

I take it back, even with her rage directed at me, she’s sexy as fuck. Her eyes are narrowed and there might as well be steam coming out of her ears. No one should be as sexy as Zoey is. No one should make my blood boil and my cock thicken like she does.

Even like this, when she’s not soft or pliant, I can feel her move through my veins like a drug I can’t get rid of. I’m addicted to her. She isn’t ready to give into the attraction between us. It’s clear in the way her body is stiff and her breathing shallow. But I know it’s there and that’s enough for me. For now.

I lean just a little bit more into her and take a deep breath, needing her soft vanilla scent to fill my lungs. Vanilla and something spicy like clove or something. I don’t know, but it’s my favorite fucking smell in the whole wide world.

I wonder if her pussy tastes as good as she smells.

I don’t care how long it takes, but I’m going to find out one day. I realize I’m going to have to get past her defenses first. I see the way she shields herself from me and it’s not acceptable.

I want all of her.

I want her open to me.

I want her to let me in so I can burrow into her soul. I’ll never let her go once she lets me in.

Maybe that’s what keeps her at a distance from me. Maybe she’s scared. Maybe she’s been hurt before.

The last possibility has my fists and jaw clenching. When her eyes widen just a fraction more, I force myself to take a deep breath and relax. It’s not her fault she’s been hurt before and it’s not her fault that the possibility has me wanting to ask her for names so I can go and wipe them from the face of the Earth.

Anyone who was stupid enough to hurt this woman, even with the way she bristles and tries to protect herself, doesn’t deserve the life they’re leading. My eyes slide closed for a moment as I try and get myself under control.

“I’m sorry,” my voice doesn’t come out nearly as contrite as I was going for, but I hope she can hear the truth in my words. “I should have been quieter.” I force myself to take a step back and watch as she takes a shuddering breath. “I know you have to sleep, Sweetheart.”

Her blue eyes soften slightly at my endearment, and it makes my heart pound in my chest. “You need to work too,” the words come out just above a whisper, but the fact she’s allowed herself to give me any consideration makes them loud in the quiet around us.

I wish I could lock her in the house. Hell, I wish I could lock her in my room. I wish I could lock her away and give her the life she deserves, but I also know how independent she is. She isn’t one who would take kindly to being told what to do or for her freedom to be taken from her, especially considering how much she values her job.

It’s an important one so I can’t fault her for it, but I hate how she’s out at night at the call center. Even if she is doing good and necessary work. I pace most of the night until exhaustion takes me under. The thought of her being out in the world under the cover of darkness without me there at her back to protect her haunts me.

I haven’t gotten a good night sleep since she came to live here. I don’t think I’ll sleep well again until she’s in my arms.

“I wish I could do my work at night while you’re at work, Zoey.”

She scoffs, “Your neighbors would hate you for that.”

I can’t help but give her a small smile as I casually shrug one shoulder. “Worth it.”

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