Resisting my Roommate (Sycamore Falls #3)

Chapter 22

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

ABBEY

I didn’t think this was possible.

I’m not surprised that Jude would be kissing me. Or that we just had a conversation about how his goal tonight is to sleep with me.

Instead, I didn’t think it possible that a kiss could make me feel like this. So lightheaded. So breathless. So out of control.

But in the best way imaginable.

“Hold on,” he rasps.

Before I can ask him what he means by that, he grips my ass, forcing my legs around his waist as he lifts me, carrying me up the stairs as if I weigh nothing.

When we reach his room, he places me onto the bed, his gaze sharp and assessing.

I haven’t been back in here since the morning I snooped. But unlike that morning, the lighting is dim, masking the fact that he once shared this bed with someone else.

With someone he loved.

Maybe someone he still does.

Jude crawls on top of me and reclaims my mouth, his harsh kiss erasing the idea from my mind. Explosive currents race through my body, becoming more intense as his erection hits that spot I’m desperate to feel him, and I release a moan.

“Just like I imagined,” he croons before diving in for another kiss, hard and searching.

“What did you imagine?”

“How you’d sound.” He trails kisses from my lips and down my neck, his teeth nipping slightly. “But that’s not all I thought about.”

“It’s not?”

I meet his dark gaze and he slowly shakes his head, the look in his eyes causing my pulse to race.

“What else did you think about?”

“These tits.”

He cups them through my shirt, squeezing my sensitive nipples. A sharp gasp escapes my lips as pleasure and pain blend together, an inferno burning me from the inside out.

“How they’d feel,” he continues. “How you’d react when I took your nipple between my teeth.”

“Then why don’t you find out?” I exhale.

“Gladly.” Reaching for the hem of my shirt, he arches a single brow.

We can stop this right now, refuse to cross the line that’s been murky between us from the beginning. A voice in my head tells me that’s exactly what I should do. That Jude’s the kind of man who will completely eviscerate my heart.

But I don’t care about that. Not when I’m desperate to feel him.

With a nod, I sit up and allow him to take off my shirt. Once he lifts it over my head, I unhook my bra, tossing it onto the floor.

“Goddamn.” His pupils dilate with hunger as he lowers me back against the mattress, taking my breasts in his hands.

I close my eyes and savor in his touch, especially when he lowers his mouth to one nipple, circling his tongue around it before taking it between his teeth. When he nibbles, I can’t help but moan, my core clenching, body throbbing with want.

“What else?” I pant, struggling to catch my breath.

He meets my gaze. “What’s that?”

“What else did you imagine?”

A sly grin tugs on his mouth and he returns his lips to my breasts before snaking down my body, exploring every inch like I’m an undiscovered treasure and he’s desperate to know all of my secrets.

When he reaches my waist, he peers back up at me. “I imagined how you’d taste. How your body would writhe and quiver as I made you come with my mouth.” He drags his tongue down my stomach, circling my belly button. “Can I do that, Abbey? Can I make you come all over my tongue?”

“God, yes.”

I’ve never been with someone who talked like this before. Sure, I’ve read my fair share of romance novels lately, thanks to Grandma Estelle. I didn’t think men like this existed. Now I know they do. And damn if Jude’s dirty talk isn’t driving me wild with need, an intense craving building inside I don’t think will ever be satisfied.

“Good.”

His fingers skim along the waistband of my jeans, his eyes never straying from mine as he lowers the zipper. I arch my hips in silent permission, and he eases my jeans and panties down my legs.

For a brief moment, I feel exposed. Too exposed. He’s still fully dressed and I’m on his bed without a single scrap of clothing on.

“Perfect,” he murmurs in appreciation as he pushes my thighs apart. “You are fucking perfect.”

Any apprehension I had instantly vanishes, especially when he glides his tongue along my center, sending shivers through my body.

“Oh, god,” I whimper, gripping the sheets below me in an attempt to ground myself when I feel like I’m about to lose all control.

“You like that?”

“It’s so good.” I run my fingers through his hair, digging my nails into his scalp. “You’re not even inside me and you feel so good.”

“It’s killing me not to be,” he confesses, pushing a finger inside me, stretching and massaging. “But we have all night. No need to rush things.”

“All night? I don’t know if I’ll last all night.”

He peers up at me, my desire coating his lips. “I’ll do my best to make sure you do. But first, I need to make sure you come.”

He returns his mouth to me, his tongue lapping at my clit as he adds another finger, intensifying the sensation.

“You taste so fucking good, Abbey. Been imagining how you would taste since the day I met you. How you would feel. How you would move.”

“Jude,” I exhale, his name a plea on my lips.

With each thrust of his fingers and flick of his tongue, my senses are heightened. It’s been so long since I’ve felt anything remotely close to this. I’m not sure how long I’ll last.

“What do you need?”

“More. I need more.” I circle against him, desperate for release, blind with lust.

“More what?”

“More of your fingers. More of your tongue.” I grip his face in my hands, forcing his eyes to mine. “More of you.”

“Whatever you need, it’s yours.” He slides his tongue against my clit, thrusting his fingers in and out of me.

I can’t remember the last time Carson did this for me. Whenever we were together, it was about him. After a while, I learned to just fake it so it would be over quicker.

There’s no need to fake it with Jude. Not when I feel my body tensing, that familiar sensation bubbling low in my core.

“Don’t fight it, Abbey,” he says, as if able to read my body. “Let me feel you.”

When he gently grazes my clit with his teeth, all my control shatters and I scream his name, waves of euphoria washing over me. He drags out my orgasm, wanting me to experience every sensation, every thrill, every delicious quiver.

When I’m finally sated, he snakes up my body and crushes his mouth against mine, the taste of me on his lips intoxicating.

“What else?” I pant, a renewed wave of bliss cresting inside me when his arousal hits my center.

“What do you mean?”

“What else did you imagine?”

He smirks. “You still want more?”

I crane toward him, taking his earlobe between my teeth. “I’ll always want more with you.”

My fingers trail down his back, nails digging in as his muscles tense under my touch.

“How the hell do you do that?” He brings his gaze to mine, looking at me in wonder.

“Do what?” I swallow hard.

“Make me lose my mind with just a touch?” He cradles my face in his hands, so much emotion swirling in his dark eyes. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to think about this,” he confesses. “About you.”

My heart squeezes at the confusion and desperation in his words. I wish I had an answer, but I don’t.

“Remember what I told you earlier?” I bring my lips back to his. “Don’t think. Just feel.” I rake my nails down his spine again, eliciting a deep groan from him that sends desire spiraling through me. “Feel me.”

I press my mouth back to his, and he swallows my moan as his own. His tongue swipes against mine in an intoxicating combination of affection and lust that ignites every nerve in my body.

Too soon, he breaks away and stands up, hastily shedding his clothes. As he does, I take a moment to appreciate his body. It’s not the first time I’ve seen him shirtless. Hell, I still have fond memories of my first morning here. Of tripping on that last stair and falling into his arms, his body warm and addicting. But seeing him naked… This man belongs in a museum. Sculptors should study him, every inch pure perfection.

Returning to me, he touches his mouth to mine, his lips moving in a deliberate dance that leaves me sighing.

“This,” he murmurs as I relish in the warmth of his chest against mine now that there’s nothing between us.

“What’s that?”

“You asked me what else I imagined.” He locks his eyes with mine. “I imagined this.”

“Then don’t make me wait any longer. We’ve already waited long enough.”

“You’re right about that.” He reaches for the top drawer of his nightstand and opens it, revealing a stash of condoms.

An unexpected pang of jealousy hits me at the idea that I’m not the only woman he’s invited into his bed. We may not have spoken about things in depth, but I’ve picked up enough from my conversations with Dylan to know he doesn’t do the relationship thing. After what he shared earlier, I can’t blame him. But I’m not sure how to feel about being just another woman he spends time with before moving on so he doesn’t have to get emotionally involved.

So he doesn’t have to experience anything remotely resembling pain or heartache.

If I were in his shoes, I wouldn’t want to get attached, either.

“Where did you go?”

Jude’s voice snaps me back to the present, and I force my gaze to his as he settles between my legs, the condom in place.

“Just thinking,” I assure him, pushing down my uneasy thoughts.

“What did we agree on earlier? Don’t think.” He brings his erection up to me, teasing my entrance. “Just feel.” He eases just slightly inside before retreating.

“Jude,” I moan, desperation and desire coursing through my veins.

“Please what?” he teases, and I love the playfulness in his tone.

Love that I have this side of Jude back. That we can be these people again. The people we were before I stumbled on that nursery.

“Please put me out of my goddamn misery,” I whimper as he continues to torture me, inching inside before pulling back once more.

“You want me to stop?”

“No!” I shout, panic racing through me at the thought.

Chuckling, he brushes his mouth against mine in a barely there kiss that leaves me wanting more. “Then tell me what you want, Abbey.”

His voice is gruff, deep, demanding, and I acquiesce to his command.

“I want you to fuck me, Jude.”

He’s silent for a moment, completely unmoving. Then a conniving smile crawls on his lips.

“Good girl.”

I didn’t realize two words could have such an effect on me, but hearing him call me a good girl in such a wanton, sensual voice does things to me.

He rewards me by pushing fully inside, taking his time to savor every single inch.

I wrap my arms around him, clinging to his strong body as if he’s the only thing anchoring me to this world. We remain motionless for what feels like an eternity, lost in this place of contentment. Of completion. Of unexpected bliss.

“Goddamn,” Jude hisses through an intense shiver. “Fucking incredible, Abbey.” He slowly pulls back, his eyes meeting mine. “You feel fucking incredible.”

With renewed force, he plunges inside again, and I moan at the welcome invasion. Nothing has ever felt this powerful. This mind-blowing. This all-consuming.

Jude buries his head in the crook of my neck, breathing heavily, as if struggling to control himself.

“Let go, Jude,” I whisper. “I want you to be free with me. Give me all of you.”

He lifts his gaze to mine, a tense silence passing between us. I expect him to remind me that he’ll never be able to give me all of him. Not when he’s still broken into thousands of pieces.

But he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he slowly withdraws before thrusting back inside.

This time, he doesn’t pause. Doesn’t stop. Just fucks me with everything he has.

When his teeth clamp down on my neck, euphoria and agony collide within me, and I cry out. But he doesn’t relent. If anything, he fucks me faster. Bites me harder.

There’s no doubt in my mind there will be a mark there tomorrow. I like the idea of him marking me, branding me as his. Like the idea of walking past him at the taproom so he can catch a glimpse of all the ways he owned my body tonight.

All the ways he owned me.

As my muscles tighten, my body on the precipice of coming undone once more, I match his movements, thrust for thrust. When he slides his hand between our bodies and rubs my clit, I’m a slave to his touch. An even more intense orgasm bursts inside of me, my cries echoing around us.

“You have no idea how damn good that feels, Abbey. Your pussy clenching around me. It’s driving me crazy. I can’t…”

He frames my face with his hands, not letting me escape him. Not letting me escape this.

“What the fuck are you doing to me?”

I’m not sure how to take his words. Does he mean in bed? Or in general? So I give him the only answer I can.

“I don’t know. But why don’t you show me?”

He responds with a primal growl, increasing his speed and intensity until I’m lost in a whirlwind of sensation, each thrust more punishing and desperate. When I’m confident he’s going to break me in two, a roar rips through the space, and he jerks through his own release before collapsing on top of me.

Neither one of us moves or says anything for several long moments as we remain a tangled mess of arms and legs. Jude’s breaths come in deep, heavy puffs as he tries to regain control.

Finally, he leans in and presses a soft kiss to my nose. “Be right back.”

He carefully extricates himself from me and disappears into the en-suite.

Hoping to avoid the awkward situation of him asking me to leave so he can sleep alone, I climb out of his bed and gather my scattered clothing. Just as I’m about to slip on panties, he reappears.

“Where are you going?” he asks with a furrowed brow.

I shrug awkwardly. “Figured you’d want your space.”

I start to get dressed, but before I can, he closes the distance between us and grabs my wrist, yanking me against him.

“What I want is to be able to touch you whenever I please throughout the night.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind. We don’t?—”

“I wouldn’t say it if I weren’t,” he interrupts firmly, forcing my eyes to his so I have no choice but to see the sincerity within. “Spend the night with me, Abbey.”

I hesitate, contemplating all the reasons this is a bad idea. But if this is the only night I’ll have with him, may as well make it count.

“Okay.”

“Okay,” he repeats, walking me back to the bed. Once I’m settled under the duvet, he climbs in behind me and wraps me in his embrace.

“I guess you did it,” I remark after a few moments of comfortable silence.

“What’s that?” he hums sleepily.

“You achieved your goal.”

He chuckles, nipping at my shoulder blades. “I did.” He forces me onto my back. “But I’m a bit of an overachiever. I’d like to see if I can surpass my goal.”

“Is that right?”

“That’s right.” He runs a hand down my stomach and past my waist, causing my breath to hitch in anticipation.

“In that case,” I begin breathlessly. “I’ll help you any way I can.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” Then he slides a finger back inside me, sending pinpricks of pleasure through my body once more.