I knew I should let it go.

But I just couldn't help myself. He'd spent the whole damn night trying to ruin my study session. For what? For the most part, as a roommate, he was fine. But there was always an aloofness to him, as if he didn't want me there, or didn't want to talk to me. He wasn't unfriendly, but we weren't friends. And he'd made that perfectly clear. When I found him in the kitchen, I couldn't resist poking the bear just a little bit. "So, how was your study session?"

Trevor looked up from the dishes he was cleaning in the sink to glare at me. "My study session was just fine. How was yours? I don't imagine you got much studying done, since you were talking about cocks all the time."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Exactly what do you think I was studying?"

"Well, clearly you were too busy flirting with your new boyfriend." He turned his attention back to the dishes in the sink. "You can do better. You know that right?"

"What business is it of yours?"

"Look, it's not my business who you date. But, you know, since we're roommates and all, I do sort of feel the need to warn you. As a boyfriend, that Alex dude sucks."

I was having fun with this. I crossed my arms and leaned back against the counter. "Oh, yeah? Why's that?"

"Well for starters, the jackass hit on me. He's totally batting for both teams. If that's what you're into, I don't care. But that's a douchebag move to hit on someone when you're with your girlfriend. No matter who you bat for."

I blinked at him. Then laughter tumbled out so hard that no sound followed. "Oh my God. You should see your face right now. All righteous indignation." More laughing. More clutching my sides. "Oh my God, this is just perfect."

He turned the water off, then turned to glare at me. "Just what the fuck is so funny?" He shook his head. "Whatever, you guys have an open relationship, that's your business. I thought I was doing the decent thing by telling you."

I wiped the tears of laughter from the corner of my eyes. "Trevor. I don't even know where to begin. But you should probably know, Alex doesn't like girls."

He frowned. "What the fuck are you talking about? That guy was all over you," he growled.

"No, he wasn't."

"Yes, he was. For fuck's sake, you were talking about sex. And cocks."

"You realize that we were discussing our sexual dysfunction paper. I'm a psych major, remember?"

His brows furrowed. "You think this is funny?"

I grinned, even as I pushed up my glasses. "Yeah, I kinda do. You're acting ridiculous. Hell, you're acting like a jealous boyfriend. What is your deal? You don't even like me."

His eyes darkened from emerald green to a rich moss color as he stared at me. Then, in the next second, he closed the distance between us, and bracketed me against the counter with his hands. "You're right. I don't like you."

Before I knew it, before I could even respond, before I could even mentally prepare, his lips were crushing mine.

First revelation, Trevor Hamilton could kiss. Not just like oh, “the guy was a good kisser”, but like he should give lessons. He could hold seminars all about the art of it. The course would detail how much time to take. There would be bullets about the slide of the tongue, the pressure of the lips. Each course should be at least a weeklong seminar. Required coursework for all guys.

After the initial crush of his lips, he softened, gentled. He teased, probed, waited for me to respond, waited for me to allow him in. He had a subtle way of flooding the senses. He melted my resistance away, as if there had been any to begin with. My body slowly started melting, leaning into him, wanting more, craving more.

Before I knew it, my hands were sliding up to his pecs, and I was clutching onto his T-shirt. Under the soft cotton, he was all hard muscle and carved stone. When my nails dug in a little, he growled low and shoved one hand into my hair, gripping and angling my head just how he wanted as he took long licks into my mouth. Leaving no corner unexplored.

His body pressed into mine, forcing me to arch my back, if I didn't want it pressed into the edge of the counter. Of course, that motion made my breasts press against him more. My nipples were tight, my skin too hot. And, Jesus Christ, I could feel the thick length of him throbbing against my belly, as if claiming me. As if letting me know we were just getting started.

With another muffled groan, he lifted me on top of the counter so that his steel-like erection pressed against my center. Pressing into that spot I desperately needed the most.

Tomorrow, I would rethink this whole kissing situation, and have the wherewithal to be embarrassed. Tomorrow, I would look back on this and wonder what the hell I was thinking. Tomorrow, I would vow to never, ever do this with him again. Right now? Well, right now, I couldn't help it. Because he was kissing me like I'd never been kissed before. It was like he was reaching deep inside me, stroking every single pleasure center simultaneously.

The worst part was, he knew he was good. He would make little teasing licks and act as if he was withdrawing. And then I'd whimper, or instinctively follow the source of my pleasure, and he would give a muffled chuckle before delving in for more.

Before I even knew what the hell was happening, I felt a tingling electricity over my skin. As if all the synapses were firing at once. The heat built in my core until I was on the edge of eruption. The tingle started in the base of my spine, and I leaned into it. Leaned into every sensation, every touch, every lick.

I slid my hands into his hair, scoring his scalp with my fingernails. And he shuddered, just before growling low. He tucked a hand under my T-shirt, sliding over my belly, stopping just under the edge of my bra.

Oh, God, yes. Please, God, just let him slide up a little bit more. I wanted his hands on me. I wanted to know if he would be rough, gentle, anything. I was so down for it all. All I wanted was his hands.

Then suddenly, they were gone. Trevor tore his lips from mine. For several long moments, we glared at each other. Well, he glared at me, letting me feel the full force of his anger and confusion. For the most part, I could barely keep my eyes open. All I wanted to do was let them flutter closed, so I could escape to that drugged, sexual euphoria. I wanted to live in that place forever.

But that place came complete with an asshole for a roommate.

Trevor shoved me several inches away from him and scowled, before doing an about-face and marching off to his room. I expected him to slam the door and braced myself for the loud bang. Instead, there was only a soft but audible click.