Page 48 of Dear Roomie (Classic City Romance #1)

James

I slide the written confession under the door and wait.

One moment passes, and then another. By the third, my heart breaks.

He isn’t going to respond.

The sound of his retreating steps breaks through the roaring static of blood echoing in my ears. Of course he ran away. If I had any tears left, they’d be flowing, but all that’s left is an empty void in the pit of my stomach. I guess this is it for us.

Some fucking birthday .

The cheap plastic carpet fibers dig into the skin of my exposed thighs, leaving a map of irritation on my legs as I peel them off the floor. My body aches from being in the same position for so long, but I didn’t notice the pain until the soothing balm of his presence was ripped away.

I only make it halfway to my bed before the door behind me swings open, revealing my roommate looking every bit as out of control as I feel, with his eyes wild behind his glasses and his curls disheveled.

It’s easy to picture him sitting on the other side of the door, running his hand through his hair the way he does when he’s uncomfortable.

The sleeves of his button-down are rolled, and the top few buttons are undone, exposing the toned muscles in his forearms and the tops of his collarbones.

The rest of him is just as disheveled, with the shirt untucked and his bare feet sticking out from under his wrinkled khakis.

He looks perfect. I can’t help the smile that breaks out across my face. Morgan is here. He didn’t run.

“Do you mean it?” he asks, his voice shaking as much as the outstretched hand that holds my confession.

“More than anything.” I put the full depth of my feelings into those words.

“Say it.” His commanding plea is thick with emotion.

“I love you, Morgan Hall.” The weight of the world lifts off my shoulders at the words, leaving me feeling lighter than I have in a long time.

“Again,” he pleads.

“I love you.”

He crosses the room in a few long strides, wraps an arm around me, and crushes his lips to mine.

His kiss ignites fireworks throughout my body, sending sparks of white-hot pleasure to my core.

I gasp at the feeling, and he doesn’t hesitate to take advantage of the opening, coaxing my tongue with his own.

My fingers weave into his hair, pulling him closer as I take control of the kiss.

He gives in readily, mirroring my movements but letting me set the pace.

Hot breath caresses my face as he pulls away and tries to catch his breath.

Annoyance flashes through me. Now is the time for kissing, not breathing.

I chase his lips, desperate for another taste of him, but he moves far enough back that my hands fall from his head.

His gaze finds mine, those hazel eyes shining with uncensored adoration.

“I love you too, James Clarke.”

“Say it again,” I tease.

“I love you,” he tells me over and over, peppering my face with quick kisses between each reverent declaration .

His lips catch mine again, which pulls a soft hum of pleasure from my throat.

Without breaking our kiss, I grab his hips and pull him with me as I take the final few backward steps toward my bed.

My thighs hit the mattress, and I let myself fall back, bringing his weight down on top of me.

Heat blazes through me as my fingers trail up and work his shirt buttons open, giving me unrestricted access to the hard plane of toned muscles underneath.

Goose bumps spring to life under my fingertips as I brush them over the hard surface of his abs, and he lets out a hiss and pulls away.

“James, wait,” he pants. I ignore him, moving my lips to his neck while I continue exploring. His eyes fall shut, and he takes a deep breath to regain his composure. “We should take things slow.” The pain in his voice sounds like he would rather do anything but.

I bite down on the curve of his neck, earning a small moan from this infuriating man. How dare he pretend he doesn’t want this as badly as I do when his hard length is pressing into my thigh.

“We have taken things slow. I’ve wanted this—you—for months. Please don’t make me wait any longer,” I beg, still tracing my fingertips along each line on his stomach as they inch closer to his waistline. “Please.”

Groaning, he brings his lips back to mine with more hunger than before.

His tongue clashes against mine in a battle for dominance, no longer content to sit back and let me lead.

The change of pace is unexpected but not unwelcome.

That doesn’t mean I’m going to give in easily.

He snakes one arm between my back and the mattress and the other under the curve of my ass as he pulls me to him.

I match his fervor, wrapping my legs around his waist and clawing at his back.

Salty sweat dances across my taste buds as I lick and suck on his neck while he moves us further onto the bed.

A startled gasp is ripped from my lungs as he lets me go without warning and I drop onto the center of the mattress, hitting the soft cotton with a thud .

He hovers over me and runs his eyes down my body in unashamed appreciation.

The heat in that look sets my body alight, and my chest and neck flush .

“So beautiful.” Hot lips find my collarbone, leaving fiery pinpricks in their wake as they trail toward the low-cut top of my camisole.

He slips his hands under my shirt and pulls it over my head, leaving my breasts completely exposed.

Cold air turns my nipples to hard peaks, and he doesn’t waste a second capturing one with his mouth.

A whine of pleasure is ripped from me as he works his tongue and teeth in tandem to tease the rosy bud.

“Morgan, please.” My words are a mix of a moan and a plea. “I need you to touch me.”

I try to grind my aching pussy against him, but I can’t find the angle to get the friction I so desperately crave. Sparks of need dance in my center as he chuckles around my nipple.

“I am touching you,” he teases, his breath against my damp skin painting me with goose bumps. His mouth descends again, giving my other nipple the same blissful treatment he gave the first.

“That’s not what I mean.” I squirm under his touch, desperate for something to relieve the building ache between my legs.

“Patience, pretty girl.” Mischief dances across his smirking face.

Oh fuck . Never in my wildest fantasies was my nerdy roommate this much of a tease.

His mouth falls back to my body, placing unhurried kisses down the length of my torso as he drags his hands down my sides. The languid pace only adds to my desperate hollow ache.

If he doesn’t go faster, I’m going to lose my mind.

Finally, his fingers find their way to the waistband of my sweats.

In my desperation, I lift my hips to help him go faster.

I don’t care if it makes me look easy, I need him inside me.

A shiver racks through my body as he pulls them off, leaving me completely exposed.

With nothing covering me, he drinks in my naked form.

I should be feeling self-conscious. Hell, I’m lying here naked while he’s still fully clothed and on his knees, but I don’t—I can’t.

Not with the way he’s looking at me. He stares at my body with the reverence of a man worshiping at the altar of his goddess.

No one has ever looked at me like that before.

It’s enough to send another wave of pleasure through me, the walls of my pussy tightening in an aching reminder of how empty I still am. I need his cock to fill me more than I need air to breathe. I might actually die without it.

“Morgan, I swear to God, if you don’t—”

He shuts me up with another burning kiss.

Static short-circuits my brain as he touches me for the first time, dragging his fingers through my damp folds, gathering the pooling liquid, and circling my clit.

Dear God, his touch is everything I hoped for and more.

I cry out as he pulls away from my lips, taking his fingers with him.

The absence of his touch makes my whole yearning body ache.

He holds up his glistening fingers, and his tongue slips out from between his swollen lips, licking them clean with a deep moan. Another pang of molten heat floods my throbbing center. I don’t think I’ve ever seen something that erotic in my life.

“Yeah, I’m going to need more of that,” he muses as he hoists one of my legs over his shoulder and brings his mouth to my pussy.

His tongue teases my opening before it moves up to focus its attention on my clit. Stars explode throughout my body as he eats me with relentless devotion. My hands find their way into his hair again, pulling him closer as my orgasm builds.

“Holy fuck,” I gasp around my breathy sounds of pleasure.

He chuckles but doesn’t falter. A finger circles my entrance and slowly pushes its way inside, and I groan as he curls it against my walls.

He repeats the motion once, twice, and then I explode.

Shock waves of bliss roll through my spasming body, and more wetness gushes out of me .

My release shines on his face as he pulls away and gives me a devilish smile. I scramble up to my knees and catch his lips for another searing kiss. The tanginess of my ecstasy coats my tongue, which only enhances his heady taste.

“Off,” I command between kisses while tugging at the still-buttoned shirt.

He breaks our connection, getting off the bed to follow my instructions, and with quick fingers, he works the shirt open, throwing it to the side before doing the same with his pants.

Not for the first time, my roommate stands bare in front of me, but this time, I can appreciate the view.

He crawls back into my bed and kisses me again as he guides me to lie back against the mattress. The need to feel him is more than I can handle. I reach out and stroke his thick length, loving the way his entire body shudders from my touch.