boning.”
Skylar watches me with entirely too much knowledge in his gaze. “My bad, sweetheart. Let me rephrase. Did you think I was going to go meet up with another female, one who’d be more than willing to let me strip her naked and appreciate every inch of her body with my tongue, making her moan my name and beg for my dick?” He leans even closer until he’s practically whispering in my ear. I refuse to move a single muscle and let him know he’s affecting me in the slightest. “Would you beg, Red? Naw, I bet you wouldn’t. You’d probably make me beg, wouldn’t you? Show me that pretty pink pussy and tease me until I was on my knees and—”
“Enough,” I say, jerking away from him. “Lovely portrait you’ve painted and I’m sure you’re company for the evening will be the epitome of class.”
It’s bad enough I’m nearly positive my roommate and her man are engaging in some pretty heavy foreplay judging from the sounds coming from the next room. But this, Skylar whispering dirty promises in my ear, it’s too much. Can maintenance seriously not fix the fucking AC? It’s a million damn degrees in here.
Skylar is entirely too calm, looking aroused and sleepy at once.
“She is,” he says. “The epitome of class, as you say. Far too good for me.”
“Good for her.” I nod towards the door. “You should get to it then.”
“Actually, I was going to ask if you wanted to go to my friend Jax’s apartment with me. His place is empty because he’s trying to sublet it and hasn’t yet.”
I don’t even bother to hide my shock. “Me? Why?”
“Because I enjoy your company and constant rejection so very much, obviously. But if you’d rather stay here and enjoy the sounds of our roommates dry humping all night…don’t let me stand in your way.” He holds up his phone. “Jax said the place is ours for the night if we want it.”
I swallow hard. “That sounds…” Dangerous. Stupid. Tempting as hell. “Okay.”
Before Skylar can respond, Landen slides the partition between the rooms open. Both he and my roomie look a little disheveled to say the least.
“You okay?” I ask Layla.
She nods and I notice her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are a little glassy.
“Hey, um, so I have a buddy with a studio apartment nearby and he’s out of town. This has been a shitty night for all of us so Corin and me were thinking maybe we’d go crash there. It’ll give you guys some time to talk in private.”
Landen nods but Layla shakes her head. “No, it’s fine. We can sleep out here and Skylar can have my bed.”
“No offense,” I tell them both. “But as much as we enjoyed that little interlude, uh, we’re going.” If I have to lay on a bed beside Skylar all night and listen to her and her man grinding all over each other in the next room, I will probably spontaneously combust. Pass. I grab my purse, and Skylar pulls himself up off the futon. “Besides, it’s too damn hot in here and Skylar’s friend has working AC.”
At least I hope he does.
“Okay…but can I talk to you for a sec, um…in the hall?” Layla directs the question at me—looking seriously concerned that Skylar might try to gobble me up like the big, bad wolf.
Jesus, Connelly. Do not think about him eating you in any way, shape, or form, if you want to remain sane.
“Layla, I know what you’re going to say. And it’s fine. I have it handled. Promise.” I hug her and whisper, “But be careful. You know where the condoms are,” in her ear before I leave.
“Um, you be careful too,” she says, as I step out into the hall.
I roll my eyes at Skylar when he closes the door.
“You sure you to waste your night in an empty apartment on me? You know I’m not going to give you any.”
Skylar puts an arm around me as we exit the dorm. “Who needs sexual gratification when they can have snarky insults and blatant rejection?”
But he’s smiling, so I guess he doesn’t consider time with me a waste after
Skylar watches me with entirely too much knowledge in his gaze. “My bad, sweetheart. Let me rephrase. Did you think I was going to go meet up with another female, one who’d be more than willing to let me strip her naked and appreciate every inch of her body with my tongue, making her moan my name and beg for my dick?” He leans even closer until he’s practically whispering in my ear. I refuse to move a single muscle and let him know he’s affecting me in the slightest. “Would you beg, Red? Naw, I bet you wouldn’t. You’d probably make me beg, wouldn’t you? Show me that pretty pink pussy and tease me until I was on my knees and—”
“Enough,” I say, jerking away from him. “Lovely portrait you’ve painted and I’m sure you’re company for the evening will be the epitome of class.”
It’s bad enough I’m nearly positive my roommate and her man are engaging in some pretty heavy foreplay judging from the sounds coming from the next room. But this, Skylar whispering dirty promises in my ear, it’s too much. Can maintenance seriously not fix the fucking AC? It’s a million damn degrees in here.
Skylar is entirely too calm, looking aroused and sleepy at once.
“She is,” he says. “The epitome of class, as you say. Far too good for me.”
“Good for her.” I nod towards the door. “You should get to it then.”
“Actually, I was going to ask if you wanted to go to my friend Jax’s apartment with me. His place is empty because he’s trying to sublet it and hasn’t yet.”
I don’t even bother to hide my shock. “Me? Why?”
“Because I enjoy your company and constant rejection so very much, obviously. But if you’d rather stay here and enjoy the sounds of our roommates dry humping all night…don’t let me stand in your way.” He holds up his phone. “Jax said the place is ours for the night if we want it.”
I swallow hard. “That sounds…” Dangerous. Stupid. Tempting as hell. “Okay.”
Before Skylar can respond, Landen slides the partition between the rooms open. Both he and my roomie look a little disheveled to say the least.
“You okay?” I ask Layla.
She nods and I notice her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are a little glassy.
“Hey, um, so I have a buddy with a studio apartment nearby and he’s out of town. This has been a shitty night for all of us so Corin and me were thinking maybe we’d go crash there. It’ll give you guys some time to talk in private.”
Landen nods but Layla shakes her head. “No, it’s fine. We can sleep out here and Skylar can have my bed.”
“No offense,” I tell them both. “But as much as we enjoyed that little interlude, uh, we’re going.” If I have to lay on a bed beside Skylar all night and listen to her and her man grinding all over each other in the next room, I will probably spontaneously combust. Pass. I grab my purse, and Skylar pulls himself up off the futon. “Besides, it’s too damn hot in here and Skylar’s friend has working AC.”
At least I hope he does.
“Okay…but can I talk to you for a sec, um…in the hall?” Layla directs the question at me—looking seriously concerned that Skylar might try to gobble me up like the big, bad wolf.
Jesus, Connelly. Do not think about him eating you in any way, shape, or form, if you want to remain sane.
“Layla, I know what you’re going to say. And it’s fine. I have it handled. Promise.” I hug her and whisper, “But be careful. You know where the condoms are,” in her ear before I leave.
“Um, you be careful too,” she says, as I step out into the hall.
I roll my eyes at Skylar when he closes the door.
“You sure you to waste your night in an empty apartment on me? You know I’m not going to give you any.”
Skylar puts an arm around me as we exit the dorm. “Who needs sexual gratification when they can have snarky insults and blatant rejection?”
But he’s smiling, so I guess he doesn’t consider time with me a waste after
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