The American Roommate Experiment (Spanish Love Deception #2)(110)

Lucas’s chest rumbled with a deep growl that rattled me with anticipation, need, with whatever this thing growing between us was.

Then, his arms were around my waist, and he was walking us inside, the door closing behind us. The next second, I was pushed against it.

Lucas braced his arms on each side of my head, caging me against the wooden surface.

“Again,” he commanded, meeting my gaze. “Nobody has ever missed me that much or needed me like this. Say it again.”

My mouth dried at the look on his face. At the way his eyes darkened, and his jaw turned into a sharp line. “I’ve missed you, Lucas. So much. Please, stay with me. Stay tonight.”

Stay tonight and every single night after that.

His right hand came to cup my face, the pad of his index finger trailing across my cheek, to my bottom lip, swiping along the line of my mouth. “If I stay…” He closed his eyes, exhaling shakily. “I’ve seen you come apart before my eyes, Rosie. And I barely had the chance to touch you. If I stay, that’s going to change. If I stay, we’re going to fuck.”

I shivered at the thought of how much I wanted him to follow through with that warning. “Good.”

“I need you to hear something,” he said, his gaze hardening. “I am leaving in a week, and I was serious when I said that I can’t— My life is in shambles, Rosie. I have nothing to offer. But I… I’m selfish when it comes to you. I’ll give you my mouth if you ask me. My touch, my body. It’s not much, certainly less than what you deserve, but if you want that, if you want me—”

I kissed him.

Stopping his words.

I didn’t need them. Didn’t need anything but him right now.

And I would have told him so if he hadn’t returned the kiss with an urgency that rivaled mine.

So I kissed him. I kissed him like I had wanted to do for so long, finally letting go of everything that had held me back until this moment. Because he was leaving soon, and perhaps, this was all I would ever have from him, so I was going to take it.

I pulled him closer with a kind of desperation that I had never known, wanting him against me as he ravished my mouth. Lucas’s arm came around my waist, bringing my hips into his and leaving my shoulders to press against the door. A whimper left me at the contact, and Lucas took the chance to part my lips and brush my tongue with his.

My head was spinning with every sensation flooding my body, leaving me unbalanced. I pulled at his coat, wanting that extra barrier gone, but he wouldn’t budge.

A complaint rose to my lips as he dragged his mouth down my neck very slowly, nipping at my skin and turning the sound into a loud moan.

Lucas’s lips went up to my ear. He said against the sensitive skin, “That sound.”

“Which one?” I struggled to ask.

His teeth grazed the lobe, tugged at it.

My reaction was immediate. A new whimper climbed up my throat.

“That one,” he whispered. “I’d do crazy things for that sound, Rosie.”

“What things?” I breathed out. But all I wanted to say was, Please. All things. Now.

Lucas’s hips pushed against mine in response, punching the air out of my lungs at the need surging through my body. Hard. He was so hard and big. “Things like fucking you against this door, right now.”

I wanted to scream at him to go ahead.

But before any words came out, his mouth was retracing the path back to mine, leaving behind a trail of tingles that spread down my arms. His lips stopped over mine. Not making contact.

Not kissing me.

Why wasn’t he kissing me?

His nose dragged along mine. “I was so close to fucking you this afternoon,” he confessed, his voice dropping. “Taking you on the floor of that bathroom.”

I whimpered, pulling at his clothes again, but he wouldn’t move.

All he did was take my bottom lip between his teeth and say, “Do you want to hear what other crazy things I’m close to doing now?”

“Yes.”

“I want to bring down these little pajama shorts you’ve been driving me crazy with,” he told me low, so low, against my mouth. “Panties off, too.” His lips flicked along my jaw. “Just so I can get deep, deep inside of you until the only thing you feel is me.”

My eyelids fluttered shut at his words.

“Do it,” I pleaded, hearing the outrageous need in my voice. “All of that. Please.”

“No.” He scraped his teeth along the shell of my ear again, making my toes curl. “Not now.” His words felt like torture, taking away the possibility, the idea of having this right now. Of having him as soon and as fast as I could. “Do you know what I’ll do instead?”

My eyes opened just in time to see his lips part in a slow grin. This was a new type of smile. It wasn’t the happy and bright curl of his mouth; it was dark. Sultry. A warning and a promise. One that I wanted him to keep.

“Tonight,” he said, and I knew before his next words that there was no turning back, that after tonight I would never be the same, because I was getting him, all of him. “Tonight, I’m taking you to bed. Fucking you deep and slow. And I won’t settle for that beautiful whimper. Tonight, I’m making you scream my name, Rosie.”

If I thought he had come undone at any point before, I couldn’t have been any more wrong.