“You wanna play with me, princess?”
I find myself suddenly turned around facing the counter, his front pressed hard against my back, my arms crossed against my chest with his hands holding them in place tightly. His breath is hot against the back of my neck sending shivers down my spine.
“You want to know why I smell like you?” His mouth is right next to the shell of my ear as his chest rumbles with each word, vibrating my back. I feel the unmistakable pressure of his hard cock digging into my ass. It takes all my will power not to press into him. A rush of wet heat fills my core and desire fogs up every rational thought.
“Why?” I ask, sounding breathless.
“Because I fucked my hand with your body wash so I could picture you writhing beneath me.”
Then as suddenly as he was on me, he’s gone, leaving me with whiplash gaping after him.
His words echo in my head on a loop, and I feel as if the world tilts beneath me.
The door opens and then slams shut, leaving me alone in the dorm wishing his body was still pressed against mine.
15
MELODY
Chase and I avoid each other for the next week. We orbit around like two opposing magnets, making excuses to leave the moment we run into each other. He’s been sneaking in once he thinks I’m asleep, and I leave before he even wakes up. I know we have a project to finish, but I can’t get the feel of him pressed against me out of my head. His confession of fucking his hand while picture me lives rent free in my mind and pops up every time, I look at him. The only reason he did something like that is just to mess with me, I reason. He hates me so much, that he’s trying to run me off. Only it’s just making me confused, because Ilikedit. And I hate myself for it.
Sitting on my bed, legs crossed, I lay out a pile of flashcards I’m studying when Chase barges in, barely acknowledging me before heading straight for the bathroom. The door is slightly ajar, granting me a visual of him peeling off his shirt. My entire body feels like it’s just been doused in flames as he reveals his Greek God like form.
Logically, I know I should look away, but I’m entranced seeing his muscles flex with every subtle movement.
“You like what you see?” He asks, eyes finding mine while he looks into the bathroom mirror.
Fuck.
I look away quickly and pick up a random flashcard as if it’s the most interesting thing in the world. The word treble stares out at me from the hot pink card and I have to read it three times before I can actually make the word stick in my head.
The bathroom door slams, and I can feel the force of it vibrating in my body. I don’t know what he’s expecting from me. We’re roommates. Stepsiblings. There’s nothing that we could be. Even if things were different, he’s not my type.
He walks out in just a towel and roots around in his dresser, grabbing out a pile of clean clothes. I focus intently on the cards in front of me, hoping he’ll go away, and I can go back to studying.
Only he doesn’t go away.
He bends down and I peek finding his towel dipping enough to show a hint of his ass.
My eyes fly up to the ceiling and red stains my cheeks. Not him having the most sculpted ass ever.
Yep. Totally not my type. Who even likes Greek statues come to life? Not this girl right here. Couldn’t be me. My eyes fall back and yep, he’s still bent over.
Okay, I need to get out of here. My hands start hastily gathering my notecards in haphazardly put together piles. I have the overwhelming sense to leave before I do something stupid like rip off his towel and drop to my knees and suck him off.
“Don’t be shy, Melody. I know you’re struggling not to look at me,” he says.
I don’t know when he moved, but he’s standing at the foot of my bed, towel barely holding onto his body. It looks as if it’s about to drop at any moment.
“My eyes are up here, princess.” He gestures for me to look up and I could just crawl under the covers and pass away from how much I’ve been blatantly staring at his body.
Fine. Fuck. He’s hot as hell and I like the way he looks. So, sue me.
“Melody. Look at me.”
I raise my gaze to meet his eyes and I wish I chose to run out the front door, because as soon as his eyes are on me, I feel like he can see every depraved thought I’ve been having about him. Like he can see into my soul.
“What?” I ask, crossing my arms in front of my chest, needing the illusion of not caring as if that can protect me.
