Complicated by You by Kenya Wright Read Free Book Online Page B

Never.”
    “Well … I’m not scared either.”
    Take that.
    I hoped confidence showed on my face because in my core nerves tightened together in a bundle of stress and fear of rejection.
    He landed a light kiss on my neck, like a test move to gauge my reaction. My skin shivered where he’d touched. My breathing increased with just that little gesture. I hoped he would do more. He planted another kiss on my collarbone and stayed there for a second longer. I’d thought my nipples were hard, but now they were as stiff as steel.
    “You say you’ve had a lot of one-night stands on campus. You’re so lucky I don’t know who they are.” He inhaled my scent. A deep grumble hummed in his throat. “If you let me make love to you, you’d beg for another round. I’m not a one-night stand type of guy.”
    “I didn’t think you were.”
    “But you thought I was some guy who couldn’t see beauty right in front of me?”
    “I didn’t think I was your type.”
    He drew away from me and pierced me with his gaze. “What’s my type?”
    “White.”
    “It’s always about race with you.”
    “No.”
    “Yes it is.” He shifted his gaze to the bottom of my skirt. “I should punish you the first time for taking so long to let me know that you were interested too. It seems I’m learning all types of things about you tonight. You sleep around. You would let me fuck you, although you think I’m a closed-minded dater. Any other confessions?”
    “Oh, are we really going there?”
    “Yes.” He stepped back, leaned on the wall across from me, and drank me in with his gaze as if daring me to come forward. Using all of my liquid courage from the alcohol earlier, I closed the distance and pressed my aching nipples against him. He grunted in delight.
    “I’m not one of those chicks you’re used to.” I got on the tip of my toes. “I don’t answer phones when your tongue is inside of my pussy. Once you’re down there, you’ll be feasting for days.”
    He groaned, dipped his head my way, and glided those soft lips down to my neck. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t take you back to the lobby couch, pull up that skirt, and lick to see if that’s true. Can you think of a reason why I shouldn’t?”
    “No.” I arched forward as he sucked on the curve of my neck.
    “Jay, are you done yet?” My room’s door opened. I jumped back to the other side and turned my face away from Cynthia as she strolled out. Lust pulsed through my veins. If I had balls, they would be blue and swollen. If I had a dick, it would be ripping out of my pants. I did my best to conceal my panting and crossed my arms around my chest to hide my nipples. Then a sudden realization hit me.
    Why am I hiding? I don’t have to hide. Or do I? I considered my mom’s words about how the easiest way to get killed was to mess with another woman’s man. Plus it’s wrong to make out with your roommate’s boyfriend right after they broke up, even if he’s your friend. I do have to live in the room with her the rest of the semester.
    “Can we talk now?” Cynthia asked behind me.
    I couldn’t see Jay or even look at him. By now my panties were soaked, the top of my thighs were wet with arousal.
    “Not tonight.” Annoyance laced Jay’s voice. “Let’s talk in the morning.”
    “Are you staying over?” she asked.
    “Yes. I’m sleeping in Evie’s bed.”
    Oh God. If he lies next to me in my bed, I’m fucking him. I won’t hold back. Cynthia will not go for that, but I wouldn’t be able to help myself.
    “What do you mean you’re sleeping in Evie’s bed?” she shrieked. “Why? That doesn’t even make any sense! If you think I’m just going to sit there like a good little girl while you just sleep in some other female’s bed. No disrespect to you , Evie. I know you both are good friends, but that’s not happening—”
    “Cyn, we’re not together,” Jay interrupted. “We broke up.”
    “No. We. Did. Not, Jay!” Without looking at