King of Campus

With my hand propping up my head, I simply allow my eyes to slide over him. His wide chest continues to rise and fall with every harsh breath he takes. I’m almost awed by all the tightly harnessed power contained within his body. Just like before, the need to touch him is strong. And so it’s slowly I reach out before gently laying my hand on that strong broad chest of his. I don’t miss the slight tensing of his muscles as I do. The flesh beneath my fingers is hot to the touch as if his body is raging with fever.

Finally he says in a gravelly sounding voice, “Just give me a moment, okay, Ivy?”

My brows draw together at his gruff sounding words.

What the hell is going on?

I thought he wanted me. It sure as hell felt like he wanted me.

Did I… did I do something wrong? Touch him in a way he didn’t like?

I know Roan has been with a lot of women. Tons and tons of them. Hell, drunken bards have probably been written about the sheer number of his conquests. Maybe… maybe he finds me lacking in some way…

It takes another few tortuous minutes before he finally lifts his arm from his eyes and peers over at me with those blue-green colored eyes of his. They slice right through me with their vibrant intensity. Still I don’t ask any questions even though so many of them are bubbling up within me.

Finally he murmurs, “I just don’t want to rush this. I like you way too much to ruin it by not taking my time with you.”

And just like that, all those vicious thoughts which had just been starting to gain traction within my head instantly vanish. Unable to resist, I lean into him until I’m able to press a lingering kiss against his lips. I mean, how can I not, when he says something so damn sweet like that? You better believe this guy’s sexiness factor just shot through the roof.

“You’re not going to ruin anything, Roan.” My eyes burn into his. I’ve never wanted anyone more in my life. “I like you. And I want to have sex with you.” Those words just tumble right out of my mouth but they’re the truth.

I do want to have sex with him. And I’m not embarrassed to admit it either. And at the moment, it’s in the worst I-haven’t-had-sex-in-a-really-long-time kind of way.

He doesn’t even crack a smile at those huskily spoken words. Nor does he smirk. There are no knowing or victorious glints lighting up his eyes. He just continues to steadily hold my gaze. “I want that, too. I just don’t want to move too fast with this. That’s all I’ve ever done, Ivy. Screw around with girls without ever getting to know them. I don’t want that with you.” He pauses before saying, “This is different.” His eyes continue scouring mine before he adds, “You know that, right?”

His words leave my heart aching. If I didn’t already like him, those words would have pushed me completely over the edge.

“Yeah,” I admit. Whatever this is between us, it is different. For both of us. “So…” clearing my throat I ask, “no putting that morning wood to good use, huh?”

My words have his lips quirking up at the corners. And it is such a sexy look on him. “No, not today. But soon, I promise.” Leaning over, his lips slide slowly against mine.

God… could I seriously like this guy more?

The answer to that question is an unequivocal- no. No, I couldn’t.

Damn…

Chapter Twenty-Six

Uh-oh, Roan’s new girlfriend better watch her back… some of these bitches have razor sharp claws. Especially when you’re messing with their man… KingOfCampus.com

“So… not going to say one damn word about it, huh?” Lexie elbows me in the side as we continue making our way across campus. We’re both finished up with classes for the day and we’re on our way to grab some lunch. After that, I need to head over to the studio on campus to work with Eric, one of my dance teachers.

“There’s nothing to say.” Because, really, there isn’t. Unless I mention just how hard I’m starting to fall for Roan. Even thinking the words in my head sends little spasms of pleasure ricocheting through my belly.

“Oh honey, are you seriously telling me that he spent the entire night in your bed and nothing happened?” She looks skeptical. And since we’re talking about Roan King here, I can’t exactly say I blame her for it. I would be dubious, too.

Because it still smarts, I continue rubbing my side where she poked me. That girl can really pack a punch when she wants. I think she’s way too used to elbowing Dylan. “Nothing happened between us.” It still blows my mind that he wouldn’t have sex with me this morning.