Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
For a moment, I’m disoriented. I have never been thrown off my game by a stunning face before. But this … her …
“Guess you’re my new roommate?”
She doesn’t turn to face me, and I realize she’s purposely averting her eyes from my less-than-decent look. But I don’t miss the flush creeping on her cheeks. “Apparently so. Mindy didn’t tell me you’re a guy.”
“She also failed to mention you’re a girl, so…”
“That’s fair. Listen…” She finally whirls around, her face red as a tomato and her eyes flitting to the door as if she wants to haul out of here as fast as she can. “I understand if you’re not comfortable with this setup. This was such a short notice, and I hated how Mindy just sprung it on you, but if—”
“I’m gonna stop you right there, Max. You’re welcome to stay.”
Max fidgets with the hem of her shirt and shifts her weight from one foot to the other. “Are you sure? I really hate to impose. I also don’t like bothering people, I swear.”
“Yeah. I have an extra bedroom, and you need a place to stay. It’s a no-brainer really.”
“I’ll be out of your hair in a month.”
I wave her off. “No big deal. Stay as long as you want.”
“I’ll pay you. Split all your bills.”
My chest rumbles with laughter. “Absolutely not.”
“I’d offer to cook your meals, but I might end up burning your kitchen.”
“Yeah, no. Stay away from my kitchen. I signed up for a roommate, not an arsonist.”
This pulls a rare smile from her, and I see one dimple peeking on her right cheek. Electricity jolts through me, and my whole body tenses, more blood rushing down south.
“Wise decision. The last time I attempted to cook, I singed my eyebrow, and it left a bit of a bald spot. See?” Max leans forward and points to the barely noticeable spot on her eyebrow.
My hand tightens on the edge of the door, curling around it and white-knuckling the hardwood. A faint scent of something flowery drifts to my nose, and all I want is to bury my face in her hair and inhale my fill.
While my mind struggles for control, my body has other ideas. Closing the gap between us in two strides, I lower my head to look at where she’s pointing.
Max sucks in a sharp breath and holds it.
The air around us changes, tension becoming thicker and thicker until I can almost taste it on my tongue. Something crackles in the space between us, and we’re so close I can feel her hot, tickling breath on my skin.
My heart drums hard enough to hurt, my fingers tingling with the need to touch her.
I don’t know what she sees in my eyes, but she blinks rapidly and steels her spine. Her eyes are wild, and she flicks them to the three doors behind her.
Max swipes her tongue across her bottom lip, and I turn hard as a crowbar. “Uhm… Where’s my bedroom? It’s been a long day, and I need a rest if you don’t mind.”
I clear my throat and continue to hunch, hoping her eyes won’t stray to my now-very-obvious bulge. “Sure. The middle door is the bathroom. Your bedroom is to the right.”
She doesn’t even say anything as she grabs her luggage handle and semi-runs to her bedroom.
I’m still trying to process what the hell is happening to me when Max’s arms pinwheel comically and she reaches out for anything to hold on to.
Holy shit.
I forgot my footsteps left the floor wet.
I rush to her in an attempt to stop her from falling flat on her face, but my feet slip on the small puddle. My instinct is to protect her first, so I wrap my arms around her, the room shifting under me, and grunt when my back hits the floor with a thud.
It knocks the breath out of me, the impact resonating through my spine.
Shit. This is fun.
I blink away the momentary disorientation and find myself sprawled on the floor, my limbs splayed. More than that, however, I become too aware of Max landing on top of me, her elbow poking my stomach.
When she lifts her face, it’s a mask of pure horror. She draws her head back, hands resting on my chest, mouth falling open.
That’s when I see my towel, the only modest shield I have, laying on the floor underneath me.
My balls are exposed to the cool air, but my cock … my damn cock is pressed against Max. This realization once again has my body going haywire.
Her pupils only grow wider, my thick ridge stirring against her lower belly. It’s like we’re in this suspended animation where we’re both terrified to move because it means we have to acknowledge this nightmarish moment unfolding before us.
Max scrambles to get up, and since I’m not fully dry yet, her hands slip from my body and her elbow lands on my stomach. The sudden, sharp jolt of pain and discomfort catches me off guard.