breath.
“I—” He closed his mouth and then frowned. “I—”
“So . . .” I quickly changed the subject. “Roomies, huh?”
He let out a groan and fell back against the pillows.
Chapter
Twenty-Four
Lex
Twenty-four hours ago, I was a normal, sane—albeit teetering on the edge of crazy—guy. Now? Now, I was headfirst in crazyland as Gabs took the room directly across from mine.
And, within the first hour of being in our house, glued tampons to my door.
I responded with condoms.
And so started the first war.
If I had a friggin’ cannon, I would fill it with sex toys, aim, and shoot, just to see how far I could push her.
We didn’t talk about the bed.
We didn’t talk about that night.
But it needed to be talked about.
Because every damn time we brushed past each other, which had been about a million times since she’d moved in that morning, it was sheer torture. I didn’t just know what she tasted like.
She’d stroked me until I was spent.
Until I saw unicorns.
And freaking waved at a leprechaun while I skipped to the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, only to be jerked back to reality.
A reality where Gabs and I still pretended we hated each other, yet . . . what? Kissed? Touched?
Yes. The answer to your question is yes. The morphing into an actual chick was taking place, and if I suddenly woke up dickless? Yeah, let’s just say I wouldn’t be that surprised. I’d yawn, look heavenward, and say, “Carry on.”
The only bright side to her moving in had been that she was able to quit that horrific job, since she didn’t need to pay rent.
Her car would be brought back at the end of the week. Ian and I made sure the mechanic did a full workup, though I’d never tell Gabs I had any part of it. I didn’t want her to look at me like we were BFFs.
I’d rather have her hate.
Hate I could work with.
Friendship could go screw itself.
“Lex!” Gabs knocked on my bedroom door so hard I was surprised it was still intact.
Rolling my eyes at my computer screen, I got up as slowly as possible and made my way to the door, careful to open it only an inch just in case she had a weapon.
“Yes?” I peered through the crack in the door.
She shoved her way through.
“Of course, do come in.” I spread my arms wide. “What can I get you? Tea? Arsenic? Sex? All three?”
Gabs opened up her leather jacket, revealing a low-cut white tank top. “Too slutty for Steve?”
I blinked . . . then blinked again, more slowly. I’d always known she had boobs. Why the hell was she just now showing me? “Gabs, are you asking as a friend? Because I think you wandered into the wrong room.”
She pouted. “Please? Just say yes or no.”
“I’ll say this one more time . . .” I stalked toward her, backing her up against the nearest wall. “You ask Ian this shit. He’s basically sexless now that he’s with Blake. You ask me, and well . . . I may not play fair.”
“Oh, Lex, when have you or I ever played fair? Do you even know what that word means?”
I took a deep, soothing breath, then lowered my head. She gasped as I licked between her cleavage and then set my hands on her hips and slid them up underneath her shirt, cupping her breasts, weighing them, teasing them, taking my sweet time.
Her mouth dropped open and then her head fell back.
“My opinion,” I said, kissing the corner of her mouth, “is that you may kill young Steve . . . But this is your last date, right? The one where you fake a breakup in front of the object of his affection, only to make him appear like a superhero while she defends him?”
“Huh?” Gabs reached for me.
I pulled back. “Then sure, yup, that’ll do.” I slapped her ass and winked.
“I hate you.” Her chest heaved.
“No, you don’t.” I smirked and let my eyes take a slow tour of her body, down then back up. My entire body tingled with awareness. Sweet torture. “But I’ll be here. When you decide what you really feel . . .”
“I’m never coming to you.” She crossed her arms.
“Halfway . . . I’m always willing to meet halfway.” I reached for her, then jerked back without touching. “Have fun on your fake date, Gabs, and do make sure you fill out that progress report with more than one-word