Hollywood Roommates

22

Is it weird that I’m watching my roommate’s TV show when he isn’t here? It almost feels voyeuristic, like I’m spying on him at work. I’ve seen a few episodes before—Parker watches it—but now it’s different because I actually know Shane.

I can’t turn it off though. I tell myself it’s a good way to get to know him better. Not to mention, he’s shirtless a lot in Talon. There’s no way I can pass that up.

I quickly get sucked into the show and before I know it I’m sitting cross-legged on the bed with my mouth open as Shane’s character Talon makes up with Nadia’s character Diana after she found out he’s a superhero and realized he’s been lying to her for a year about it. Shane pulls Nadia against him and crushes his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. I’m both jealous and turned on, because from what I can see he is a damn fine kisser.

My door flies open and I shriek. Shane looms in my doorway and I hit a button on the TV to hide what I’m watching, but that only makes it worse because the screen pauses on a close-up of him and Nadia kissing.

“You touched the thermostat,” he says, his voice like steel.

“Um. Yes. But in my defense it was really cold in here and no one else was home.”

“Don’t touch it again.” His gaze travels to the TV and his eyes harden at the sight of him and Nadia. His mouth twists, as if he’s disgusted that I’m watching his show. “And turn that off.”

He storms out of the room without another word. I should probably let him go, but I’m tired of him treating me like this. Since facing Parker, I’m more confident than ever. Besides, Shane and I connected last night. Or at least I thought we did.

I get up and chase after him, into the hallway between our rooms. “What, am I not allowed to watch your show either?”

He turns back to me with a scowl on his gorgeous lips. His piercing blue eyes drift down to my red vintage dress that hugs my body and ends right above the knee. “Are you going out?”

“I have a date,” I say, standing up a little taller.

His eyes narrow. “With that guy from last night?”

“That’s the one.”

“You can’t go.” His tone leaves no room for argument.

I blink at him. “Why not?”

He doesn’t answer, only stares at me with so much heated intensity I worry the carpet under us might spontaneously combust. He looks at me like he wants to tear me apart…and also tear off all my clothes.

I huff. “I’m sorry I messed with your precious thermostat. And I’m sorry I was watching your show, even though it’s really good. And I’m sorry you have a stick up your ass all the damn time.” I put my hands on my hips and face him down. “But you know what I’m not sorry for? Having a damn date. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to finish getting ready.”

I turn away, but he catches my hand and pulls me back to him. Before I know what’s happening, his arm slides behind my waist, his other hand tangles in my hair, and his mouth is on mine.

He kisses me hard, with an angry, fiery passion, like he’s trying to win our fight with his lips and his tongue. I give it back to him just as good, my fingers tight on his jaw, my body pressed close against his. We kiss like we want to devour each other.

“This is why you can’t go,” he says, before capturing my mouth again. I’m immediately swept away, desire unfurling throughout my entire body as he gives me a kiss that puts his one with Nadia to shame.

I somehow come to my senses and push him away. “What about the roommate contract?”

“f**k the roommate contract.” He presses me back against the wall, one hand over my head while he leans in and kisses me again, like he can’t bear to stop now that he’s started. I let him tilt my head, possessing me with his hands and his lips and his entire body. I’m trapped, but there’s nowhere else I want to be.

He finally releases my lips and I sigh, but then his mouth is trailing down my jaw to my neck. He inhales me like a drug, practically nipping at my skin as he kisses his way down to my collarbone. All I can do is relent to his control, while he takes his time tasting me. Damn, if Shane is this good a kisser, I can only imagine what it’d be like to be in bed with him.

“What the f**k?” Matt’s voice says behind us.

Oh s**t.

Chapter Eighteen

ALLIE

My eyes pop open and I glance over at Matt, horrified. Luke stands beside him. Both of them are shooting daggers at Shane with their eyes, and a hot rush floods my cheeks.

Shane lifts his head lazily from my neck and glares at the guys. “Do you mind?”

“Yeah, we f*****g mind,” Luke says.

“You made us sign your stupid roommate contract and now you’re the one breaking it?” Matt asks. “Seriously?”

I push Shane away and he reluctantly takes a step back, allowing me to catch my breath. All three guys are glaring now, their bodies tense as if they might tackle each other to the floor right in front of me. I have to fix this somehow or I’m going to be out of a home again. More than that, I don’t want these men I care about to be fighting with each other.