King of Campus

“What are you doing,” I whisper as my eyes flare wide. My voice doesn’t even sound like my own. It’s all deep and breathy with just a bit of shake to it.

“What I’ve been dying to do ever since you spilled that damn coffee all over me.”

Before I’m able to fully realize what those words mean, his big strong arms snake around me, hauling me close to the heat of his hard body. And then his lips are crashing down on mine. Stroking over them with such an intensity that it has everything within me instantly going up in flames. I can’t help the stifled moan that escapes as his mouth continues sliding swiftly over mine. His mouth is like an assault on every single one of my senses.

Groaning, my lips part wanting- no, needing more of him. As soon as they do, his tongue slips inside before stroking over mine. Caressing me in a way that is so completely sexy it has my eyes rolling up inside my head. Pleasure explodes like a series of fireworks before ricocheting throughout my entire being.

And then he does the unexpected.

Instead of continuing to pummel my mouth with his, he draws away, holding me at arm’s length before searching my dazed eyes. After a long moment, he tugs me back towards him again until he can nibble at the corners of my lips before sucking my bottom one gently into his mouth.

“You taste even better than I imagined.”

His low, gravelly words wash over me, banking the fire within. And then his mouth is back to crushing mine and I… can’t… think. I don’t want to think about anything other than the addictive taste of him flooding my senses. The feel of him as he steals each and every breath from me.

It’s the shrill ringing of the elevator alarm that startles me into awareness and has Roan slowly backing away. His heated gaze continues holding mine captive as he reaches over to the panel of buttons on the wall and presses the lobby button. As the elevator jolts into a downward descent, he tugs me back to him until I’m once again pressed against that massive chest of his.

“You have to know one taste isn’t going to be nearly enough.”

I gulp.

What does that mean?

What the hell does that mean?

The confusion must be written all over my face because in the next breath he says, “This is going to happen between us, Ivy.”

Almost frantically I shake my head. “No.”

Slowly quirking a brow, he grins down at me. “You didn’t enjoy that, sweetheart?” Before I can even formulate an answer, he continues, his voice all low and sexy. The cadence of it strums something deep inside me. “Because I’m kind of thinking you did.” He lays a gentle kiss at the corner of my lips before whispering, “You were moaning into my mouth, practically begging me for more.”

Lying at this point would only make me look foolish. Not to mention a huge ass liar. And I may be an idiot for allowing this to unfold between us, but I’m not a liar. “It has nothing to do with enjoying that kiss and everything to do with not being the kind of girl you’re used to hooking up with.”

Even though it’s the last thing I want to do, I untangle myself from him just as the elevator doors slide open. I’m just about to step out into the lobby when Roan wraps his long fingers around my upper arm to stop me from escaping. As he turns my body towards him, our eyes lock and my breath catches in my throat.

His eyes are full of hot sultry promise. “I could make you feel so damn good.”

Inhaling a shaky breath of air, I force out the words. “I don’t doubt that. I’m just not into casual sex.” But he tempts me in the worst kind of way. More than anyone else ever has.

His eyes narrow just a bit before he finally drops my arm. “And I’m not interested in having a girlfriend. I like to keep things fluid.”

Fluid?

He likes to keep things fluid?

I almost start to laugh.

So… basically he’s interested in fucking me a time or two… maybe if I’m real lucky- three times and then he’s moving on. Because Roan King likes to keep things fluid.

What.

A.

Jerk!

And yeah… I’m a total idiot for allowing things to get so out of hand. I should have pushed him away as soon as he pressed his lips against mine.

But hot damn that was one hell of a kiss!

Unconsciously my fingers start rising to my lips. Not wanting him to see just how affected I am, I force my arm back down to my side.

Turning towards the lobby doors which lead outside the building, I almost chastise myself for feeling… god… am I seriously disappointed? Ugh. I want to smack the hell out of myself right now. The guy basically propositioned me (for a second time, no less) and I’m actually disappointed that he dropped the subject as quickly as he did when I told him I wasn’t interested in just screwing around with him.