to no end, but he’d also come across as honest. I was a bad judge of men I was dating, but Declan was so far out of my league I didn’t worry about that.
One eyebrow went up. “So I have the room?”
“If you like it. Let me show you around.” I hadn’t shown him around much because letting strangers wander around the house had always seemed like a bad idea until I got to know them.
Standing up, I gestured toward the stairs leading to the bedrooms. When the snake in his pants started moving around as he stood, I felt my face heating up and I shifted away from him. Walking toward the bedrooms seemed like the best idea, so I kept going.
I’d been able to ignore how tall he was when he was sitting down, but standing, he seemed much more imposing. The sweatpants and black T-shirt should have made him look sloppy, but instead, he looked casual and hot as fuck.
Renting the room to him was probably a terrible idea.
But he needed a place to live.
I was going to end up drooling over him constantly.
Maybe he’d have a few gross habits.
There was hope if he was a nose picker or something like that.
Maybe.
Fuck. Why did he have to walk so close?
What cologne was he wearing?
Was that his body heat?
He was so close I was pretty sure his dick was big enough it could touch me…I was never going to survive living with him for months. Maybe he’d hate the room.
“Here you go.” I must have stopped unexpectedly because he bumped into me and grabbed my waist for a split second. “Oh.”
Not the most aggressive response…fuck, not the straightest response considering I might have moaned.
But in my defense, his dick had touched my ass.
That turned off all brain cells.
It was a proven fact.
Declan stepped back before I had to figure out how to make my brain work. “Sorry, man.”
His pat on my shoulder as he stepped back didn’t help the situation any. Had his touch lingered? Had he grabbed my hips deliberately? What would it have been like if he’d patted my ass instead of my shoulder?
Except more forcefully…
While I was bent over…
And naked…
I wasn’t going to make it.
Would it be rude to excuse myself for a minute so I could jerk off?
That had to be more polite than coming in my pants right there.
Where was Miss Manners when she was really needed?
“No problem.” Ha, words.
“Here you go. This would be yours.” Stepping into the room, I was glad to see that my legs were mostly steady. “It’s got a big closet, and overall, it’s a good-sized room.”
Declan chuckled as he walked over to the closet. “Anything would be bigger than the dorm.”
Checking out the storage space, he turned back to me. “And I’d have use of the living room and the kitchen?”
“Yes.” Wandering around the room made it easier to talk since I didn’t have to make eye contact. “And I have a small room at the back of the house I use as an office, so if you’re in the living room watching a movie or on a date or just hanging out with friends, I can go back there and it won’t be a problem.”
It had a comfy oversized chair and TV. I could be happy in there for quite a while without getting frustrated. Hell, I’d basically lived in there for six months during one of my roommates’ stays. He hadn’t shared the TV well, and we had very different tastes in porn. So I’d made the office into a second living room and had called it good.
“I don’t want to chase you out of your space. Company sounds like fun.” He was smiling, but something about it had me fighting the urge to shiver. “But don’t worry about me dating anytime soon.”
The reminder of his ex had me feeling guilty about how turned on I was.
But that just turned me on even more because I kind of had a thing for humiliation.
It was a brutal, horny circle.
Then his smirk returned. “And the same goes for you. When you bring home someone…I’ll give you some space. Just give me a heads up.”
I could feel my face heating up, but I fought to sound relaxed.
It didn’t work.
“I…um…that’s okay. I don’t date much.” There had been a short pause when he’d clearly been fishing to see if I was gay or not, but I was fairly certain he’d already figured that out.