King of Campus (33 page)

Seriously, who has lashes that full and thick?

Ugh.  So not fair.

And that mouth...

Total sin.

He has a really strong profile.  It would be a lie to say I’m not tempted to nip at that jutting chin.  Somehow I resist the urge as my eyes continue gliding down his body.  Because he’s not awake, I don’t have to worry about him smirking at me for openly ogling him.  Because I know he would.  So you better believe I’m going to take advantage of this while I can.

I can’t help but notice that his body has a natural sun kissed hue to it.

He has wide shoulders and huge bulging biceps. There is so much muscle that has been painstakingly sculpted.  Almost as if it’s been carved from marble.  I can certainly appreciate the level of dedication it takes to develop a body like his.  It’s a work of beauty.  It really is.

His chest is so wide and solid.  The swirl of dark hair on his torso only makes him sexier.  He’s so damn manly.  Everything about him screams
masculine
.  My eyes continue meandering their way over those strong pecs down over his ribs to his tight abdominals.  Even in sleep, they’re amazingly well-defined.

I can only stare at the sight of him in bewilderment.

Someone needs to explain just how Roan King has ended up in my bed.

With me.

No, seriously.  Because, for the life of me, I just can’t wrap my brain around it.

Not that I couldn’t lie here all morning eating him up with my eyes, but the need to touch him pounds through me like a steady, insistent drumbeat.  So it’s carefully that I lean over before gently pressing my lips against his softly parted ones.

As I feather soft kisses across his mouth, Roan begins to stir beneath me as if he’s fighting to surface from a deep slumber.  Groaning, he stretches that great big powerful body against me.  Just as I lower my mouth to his again, he suddenly kicks away the sheet before hauling my body up on top of his.

I give a little squeal of surprise as I find myself laid out across his hard body.

Oh my…

Growling, which has to be one of the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard because it’s all deep and rumbly, he grinds his morning wood against the apex of my thighs.  Sharp shafts of desire slice clean through me with each slow, purposeful upstroke.  An achy moan slides from between my lips.  His tongue delves into my mouth right before his arms snake around me, pressing me closer to all that hard warmth I’m now stretched out on.

His tongue strokes mine with the same rhythmic thrusting as the thick erection sliding against the thin panties I’m wearing.  I can feel the rigid length of him though the athletic shorts he wore to bed last night.  I feel as if every single capillary in my body is dilating with intense, bone melting pleasure.

Before I can collect my scattered thoughts, he quickly flips us over so that he’s now on top of me, settled right between my spread thighs.  I widen them, wanting him as close as possible as his thick cock continues to grind into me.  I can’t stop the little whimpers of pleasure that leave my lips every single time his erection rubs against my now slick core.  My panties are completely soaked with arousal.

God, I just want to rip off the clothing that separates us.  I want to feel the hot rigid length of him sliding inside me.  What he’s doing right now feels so damn good.  Just as I’m about to suggest that we shed our clothes, he heaves himself from me before rolling onto his back and throwing an arm over his eyes.

For just a moment I can only lie there panting heavily, trying to figure out what the hell just happened.  One moment he’s dry humping me and I’m feeling like I could explode with an orgasm and the next, he’s pulling the plug and baling.

I mean, I kind of thought that maybe… you know… we might…well… have sex.

And trust me, I was totally on board with that plan, too.  My nether regions are filled with so much aching pressure that I’m tempted to climb right back on top of him and see if I can convince him to take this further.  Instead of doing that, I lie there trying to calm the hormones raging within me.

I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my life.

Once I’ve got myself back under control, I finally roll to my side towards him.  I need to figure out why he put the kibosh on what was happening between us.  Because it was feeling pretty damn good from my end of things.

With my hand propping up my head, I simply allow my eyes to slide over him.  His wide chest continues to rise and fall with every harsh breath he takes.  I’m almost awed by all the tightly harnessed power contained within his body.  Just like before, the need to touch him is strong.  And so it’s slowly I reach out before gently laying my hand on that strong broad chest of his.  I don’t miss the slight tensing of his muscles as I do.  The flesh beneath my fingers is hot to the touch as if his body is raging with fever.

Finally he says in a gravelly sounding voice, “Just give me a moment, okay, Ivy?”

My brows draw together at his gruff sounding words.

What the hell is going on?

I thought he wanted me.  It sure as hell
felt
like he wanted me.

Did I… did I do something wrong?  Touch him in a way he didn’t like?

I know Roan has been with a lot of women.  Tons and tons of them.  Hell, drunken bards have probably been written about the sheer number of his conquests.  Maybe… maybe he finds me lacking in some way…

It takes another few tortuous minutes before he finally lifts his arm from his eyes and peers over at me with those blue-green colored eyes of his.  They slice right through me with their vibrant intensity.  Still I don’t ask any questions even though so many of them are bubbling up within me.

Finally he murmurs, “I just don’t want to rush this.  I like you way too much to ruin it by not taking my time with you.”

And just like that, all those vicious thoughts which had just been starting to gain traction within my head instantly vanish.  Unable to resist, I lean into him until I’m able to press a lingering kiss against his lips.  I mean, how can I not, when he says something so damn sweet like that?  You better believe this guy’s sexiness factor just shot through the roof.

“You’re not going to ruin anything, Roan.”  My eyes burn into his.  I’ve never wanted anyone more in my life.  “I like you.  And I want to have sex with you.” Those words just tumble right out of my mouth but they’re the truth.

I do want to have sex with him.  And I’m not embarrassed to admit it either.  And at the moment, it’s in the worst
I-haven’t-had-sex-in-a-really-long-time
kind of way.

He doesn’t even crack a smile at those huskily spoken words.  Nor does he smirk.  There are no knowing or victorious glints lighting up his eyes.  He just continues to steadily hold my gaze.  “I want that, too. I just don’t want to move too fast with this.  That’s all I’ve ever done, Ivy.  Screw around with girls without ever getting to know them.  I don’t want that with you.”  He pauses before saying, “This is different.”  His eyes continue scouring mine before he adds, “You know that, right?”

His words leave my heart aching.  If I didn’t already like him, those words would have pushed me completely over the edge.

“Yeah,” I admit.  Whatever this is between us, it is different.  For both of us.  “So…” clearing my throat I ask, “no putting that morning wood to good use, huh?”

My words have his lips quirking up at the corners.  And it is such a sexy look on him.  “No, not today.  But soon, I promise.”  Leaning over, his lips slide slowly against mine.

God… could I seriously like this guy more?

The answer to that question is an unequivocal-
no.  No, I couldn’t.

Damn…

Chapter Twenty-Six

Uh-oh, Roan’s new girlfriend better watch her back… some of these bitches have razor sharp claws.  Especially when you’re messing with their man…  KingOfCampus.com

“So… not going to say one damn word about it, huh?”  Lexie elbows me in the side as we continue making our way across campus.  We’re both finished up with classes for the day and we’re on our way to grab some lunch.  After that, I need to head over to the studio on campus to work with Eric, one of my dance teachers.

“There’s nothing to say.”  Because, really, there isn’t.  Unless I mention just how hard I’m starting to fall for Roan. Even thinking the words in my head sends little spasms of pleasure ricocheting through my belly.

“Oh honey, are you seriously telling me that he spent the entire night in your bed and
nothing
happened?”  She looks skeptical.  And since we’re talking about Roan King here, I can’t exactly say I blame her for it.  I would be dubious, too.

Because it still smarts, I continue rubbing my side where she poked me.  That girl can really pack a punch when she wants.  I think she’s way too used to elbowing Dylan.  “Nothing happened between us.”  It still blows my mind that he wouldn’t have sex with me this morning.

“I don’t believe you,” she finally says.

I stop before turning towards her. “I wouldn’t lie to you.  We just kissed.  That’s it.” Okay… so maybe I’m omitting this morning’s dry humping action…

Huffing out a breath, she says with exasperation, “Un-freaking-believable!  You seriously have to be the only girl at Barnett who’s actually slept in bed with him and not had sex!”

Her words only remind me of what he’d recently confided- that he’s never slept in bed with a woman before.  That it’s always been about the physical act and nothing more.

“Yes, well, I was more than willing,” I mutter under my breath before I can think better of it.

“
What
?”  Lexie all but screeches the word.  I actually wince as a few people passing by turn to stare in our direction.  The last thing I want is to draw more attention to myself.  And because it’s pretty much out there that we’re together, I’m no longer able to move around campus completely unnoticed.

I groan out the words as my cheeks flag with color, “Can we just drop the subject, please?”

For once, Lexie looks as if she might actually be considering my request.  Looking agreeable, she holds up her hands.  “Fine.  We’ll table this discussion until lunch.”

Great.  Now I have something to look forward to…

“Ivy!”

Hearing my name, my head unconsciously snaps in the direction it’s coming from.  When my eyes land on a group of three girls I don’t know, I just keep walking.  I’m hoping if I ignore them, they’ll just go away.  I’m tired of girls coming up to me, asking a bunch of stupid questions about Roan.

Or worse…

But then I hear it again.  “Hey, Ivy- wait up!”

This time, when I glance over at them, they’ve closed the gap between us.  Stopping, I turn towards their small group.  I hear Lexie grumble something unintelligible under her breath.

Out of the three women, the blonde in the middle seems to be in charge.  “Are you Ivy?  The same Ivy who’s going out with Roan King?”

Sensing trouble, Lexie quickly flanks my side.  Her brows draw tightly together.  Before I can even open my mouth to answer, she cuts in, “What do you want, Jillian?”

Very rarely have I heard Lexie use such a shitty tone with someone before.  Which pretty much tells me everything I need to know about this conversation.  My eyes bounce between Jillian and Lexie before settling once again on the curvy blonde.

Going out
might be overstating things just a bit, but I don’t tell her that.  It’s none of her damn business what Roan and I are to each other.  I’ve never even seen this girl before.  I have no idea who she is.

Her perfectly sculpted brows snap together as her eyes slowly slide their way down my body before coming back up to rest on my face.  She looks none to impressed with what she finds standing before her.

I guess that makes two of us.

“Is there a reason you wanted to talk to me?”  In hindsight, I should have just turned around and walked away at that point.  Guess I’ll know better next time.  Although I’m hoping there won’t be a next time.

“Yeah, I wanted to know how someone who looks like you managed to snag Roan.”

Feeling as if I’ve just been bitch slapped into next week, I stand there immobilized.  I mean… what exactly am I supposed to say to that?  Although, unfortunately, I think my mouth has fallen open in shock.

“What the hell kind of question is that?”  Thank god for Lexie.  It’s those whipped out words that finally have me snapping out of my stupor.  “You’re just bitter that Roan wasn’t interested in anything more than nailing your ass.”

The pretty blonde narrows her eyes at Lexie.  “Who the hell is even talking to you, Lexie?  For god’s sake, you couldn’t even hold onto Dylan Sullivan.  Seriously, how sad is that?”  A mean little glint enters her eyes before she smirks.  “By the way, I heard he was with Sloan Morgan at the Sigma house last night.”

When Lexie’s face pales, the other girl covers her pouty little mouth with her hand.  “Oops, sorry… thought you knew he had already moved on.”

“You’re such a bitch,” she seethes.  Her hands tighten into clenched fists that hang at her sides.  I really hope she doesn’t decide to throw a punch.  I don’t know if we could take all three of these girls.  I also hope for Dylan’s sake, that he was nowhere near the Sigma house last night.