I need to look at her whenever I want, which will be always. That door is not staying closed. Not anymore.
“Shit, did I leave a mess in the kitchen?” she asks nervously as she drops her hand. “The Pop Tarts in the toaster. That was a—”
“I don’t care about Pop Tarts,” I say, interrupting her with a heated look. “This is about you.”
“Me?” she says, looking shocked.
“Yes. You.” She shivers as I close the fridge door and approach her. I’m tight all over as I stare her down.
She really is a stunner. Plump juicy lips that I can’t wait to get my mouth on. I can already feel them wrapped around my hard cock and it’s giving me goosebumps all over.
Her auburn hair is an untamed mess around her gorgeous face. It’s all wild uncontrolled curls and I can already see it bouncing up and down as she rides my thick hard length.
I have no shirt on, but the heat emanating from my core is consuming me. My blood is boiling to a feverish pitch. I need this girl like I need to breathe. She’s all fucking mine. I’m going to make damn sure of that.
Her brown eyes are wide as I move forward, about to devour her. She looks like a scared little bunny as the monstrous alpha wolf approaches with a snarl. A primal urge to own her completely comes raging forward. It seizes me in an unbreakable grip.
I’m full-on obsessed with my little bunny and the need to possess her is taking over. It’s surging through my veins like a wildfire, burning and searing its way through me.
She swallows hard as I walk right up to her, close enough that I can smell the strawberries in her shampoo.
“Rule number one,” I say in a deep throaty voice. My hands are trembling at my sides as I struggle to keep them off her. She’s like a magnet to me. I just want to touch her all over, but I restrain myself. For now. “No more hiding in your room.”
She’s holding her breath as she nods her head slowly.
“Agreed?”
She licks her lips and my heart stops when I see her soft pink tongue running along those sweet succulent lips. It’s over way too fast.
“Okay,” she says in a low voice. “I won’t hide as much.”
“Good,” I say with a grin. “Rule number two. No other guys here.”
She looks surprised. “I don’t have guys here.”
“Perfect.” I don’t know what I would do if I saw another male sniffing around this beauty. If I came home and there was someone in her room, making her laugh, making her smile, making her moan, I’d flip. Those are my jobs now. She’s my soulmate and pleasing her is my birthright. It’s mine alone. I’d toss any fucker out of the window who tried to take that pleasure from me.
“Rule three,” I continue as she listens with rapt attention. “Clothing optional.”
Her wide eyes drag down my hard chest all the way to my abs. She does a little whimpering sound when she spots my raging erection still going strong.
“Okay,” she agrees with a soft little moan.
“For you too,” I say, making sure she knows the rule is not just for me. “The less clothes the better.”
She gulps.
“You’re the one who wanted to be roommates with benefits,” I remind her. “This is what that entails. It means you can walk around with those beautiful tits out whenever you want.”
She starts nibbling on her bottom lip as she listens to me. I can tell she’s into it even though she’s nervous. There’s an excited aroused look in her brown eyes.
My girl is a lot of amazing things, but brave doesn’t seem to be one of them. That’s okay. I’m here for her now. I’ll help pull her out of her comfort zone where she belongs. All she needs is a forceful voice and a dominant hand to guide her.
“Rule four,” I continue. “We shower with the bathroom door open from now on.”
I grin when I see the startled look on her face.
“There’s nothing to hide between us,” I tell her. “We’re a lot more than roommates, Lindsay. You’re about to find that out.”
She nods her head and then glances down at my bare chest. Her breath hitches.
“Last rule,” I say as she darts back to attention. “My bed is open to you. Anytime you want. You come slide into my sheets and I’ll show you the true meaning of roommates with benefits. Understand?”
She swallows hard as she nods her head.
“Say it.”
“I understand.”
I want to hear those filthy words coming out of her sweet little innocent mouth. I’m a cruel bastard like that.
“Understand what?”
“That your bed is open to me.”
“And what’s going to happen when you come into it?”
Her lips part. Her eyes shine. She trembles.
“Why don’t you tell me?” she says as she strokes her throat. God, this girl has no idea how sexy she is. How seductive each movement she makes is and the strong effect it’s having on me.