The Roommate (Roommates, #1)

At the mall, I’d stocked up on socks, underwear, jeans, and some long-sleeved pullovers. I grabbed a second pair of shoes too. When my place was ransacked I’d been at class, which meant my only surviving possessions had been the clothes on my back, plus my backpack and laptop. Friends had loaned me things, and although the insurance check hadn’t come in yet, it was time to restock with essentials.

I went to a mega-center, one of those places open twenty-four hours, and I’d gotten pillows, sheets, towels, shampoo, bodywash, a couple of disposable razors, and a new electric toothbrush. As I walked by a display of fresh flowers, an idea struck me. I picked up a big bouquet of wildflowers, then headed off to find the pet aisle. Tossing a package of dog treats in my cart, I grinned wryly. Maybe this was all part of being a good roommate. Then again, maybe I wanted to fuck her more than I wanted to admit to myself. Shaking the thoughts away, I headed off to the check-out.

I wasn’t used to women turning down my advances, but even I knew that Paige’s reluctance to fall into bed with me was actually a good thing. I’d gotten myself into a fuck-ton of trouble over women in the past, and if there was one thing my life needed, it was less complications. Paige was tempting and gorgeous, but I was a strong enough man to abide by the “look, but don’t touch” rule. Between clinical rotations and preparing for my board exams, the last thing I needed was things becoming weird between me and my new roommate. And while a vow of total celibacy had been a stupid idea, the least I could do was stick by my new rules-one night only, no names or numbers. And that definitely included not fucking my new roomie.

It was just before ten when I arrived back at Paige’s place. True to her word, the door was left unlocked, and once I got all my shopping bags inside, I locked us in for the night. After carrying everything down the hall, I stood at the entrance to the guest room that would be my temporary home for the next two months. The door to Paige’s bedroom was closed, and while I didn’t know for sure if she was sleeping or not, I knew she was tucked in for the night.

Grabbing my shampoo and bodywash from the plastic bag, I headed across the hall for a much-needed shower. Being elbow-deep in vagina all day necessitated that, not that I minded too much. Although it wasn’t a field I wanted to pursue, even I had to admit it was a pretty cool experience getting to deliver babies.

I turned on the water and stripped down while waiting for it to heat up. But when I stepped into the shower, I was hit with the mouthwatering scent of Paige’s floral shampoo and bodywash. God damn . . . My cock instantly leaped to attention. I couldn’t resist reaching down to grip my already rock-hard erection.

Squirting some of Paige’s conditioner into my palm, I let her scent surround me as I pumped up and down in uneven pulls, the slick cream letting my fist glide over the steely flesh, each stroke bringing a wave of pleasure.

Standing under the hot spray, I thought of Paige and her luscious tits and pink cheeks as she drank in the first sight of me in five years. I wanted to do wicked things to her. Wanted to see if she’d squeak in surprise when my tongue lapped between her thighs. To find out how fast I could make her come. Would I have to work at it, learning how to pleasure her by following the sounds she made, or would she explode quickly? She did seem pretty pent up . . .

I gritted my teeth as my orgasm surged closer. Fuck, I was already about to blow. Normally I’d last much longer, but everything about this woman went straight to my cock. Moments later, my release crashed through me as I emptied into my hand, spent and breathing hard.

After rinsing off a final time, I shut off the water. With water sluicing down my body, I reached for my towel and realize I’d forgotten one. Fuck. I’d left my new towels still folded in the shopping bag. Across the hall in my room. Didn’t matter. I was ninety-nine percent sure Paige was asleep in her bedroom. Grabbing my dirty clothes from the floor, I opened the bathroom door, moving with purpose toward my room-

When I ran bang into something solid. The impact knocked the pile of clothes I’d been holding in front of my groin out of my hands.

A gray-and-brown blur flashed by my feet with a jingle of tags. Paige gasped in surprise and stumbled a step back. Instinctively, I reached out to steady her, gripping her shoulders.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured, noticing that she slept in nothing but a T-shirt that barely covered her ass. The thin material hugged her curves and left her delicious rack on display.

After she righted herself, Paige’s gaze wandered down the length of my nude torso, stopping at my crotch. Her eyes widened and her full lips parted, the apples of her cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink. My erection hadn’t fully died yet; my spent cock still hung long and heavy between my thighs. And under her heated gaze, it twitched with interest, thickening and beginning to rise again.

“You can touch it if you want,” I murmured, amused by her response. There had been more than just astonishment in those wide, pretty eyes. I was pretty sure there was interest, and maybe even desire.

A noise of strangled surprise escaped her lips.

This was just too much fun. I wasn’t in a hurry to go anywhere, but I cleared my throat and her gaze jumped back up to mine.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Enchilada had to pee,” she murmured, breathless.

Right, the dog. So that was what had run past us into Paige’s bedroom. I nodded once, a smirk pulling up my mouth. I’d have to sneak the little mop a few thank-you treats in the morning. This was the most fun I’d had all day.

“Good night,” she squeaked, then darted around me into her bedroom, where she promptly slammed the door. I could imagine her behind it, her legs sagging as she braced herself on the wall, her chest heaving as she tried to recover.

Pulling a deep breath into my own lungs, I retrieved my clothes from the floor, chuckling. Then I headed to my room. Dressed in a pair of boxer briefs, I worked on making my bed and firmly telling my dick to calm down. Paige might be gorgeous and tempting-and based on her reaction to the sight of me naked, long overdue for a good shafting-but it didn’t matter. I wouldn’t be going there. As sweet as that honey might be, I would not be having a taste.

I set my alarm for five a. m. and tried like hell to relax so I could get some sleep. Soon I’d be starting a four-week rotation for cardiology, and knew I’d need all my focus. But even though I was exhausted, I was still wound too tight for sleep to come easily. I heaved an annoyed sigh. Sure would be nice to blow off some steam with a tumble between the sheets . . .Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

God dammit, no. Don’t even think about it. That just wasn’t in the cards for Paige and me.

I’d have to be more careful. Feeling her hungry gaze on my cock wasn’t something I’d be able to resist if I slipped up again.