Fuck, I wish I could sketch her like this. I don’t know how long we’re lying there in her dorm, fucking like animals on the floor. It seems like days, and yet like only minutes. Elena and I make each other come over and over again, but even after what must be an eternity, I want more.
At some point, we must have stopped, because she’s lying on top of me with her hands in my hair now. I’m softly circling patterns on her bare back with my fingertips. There’s nothing left in me, but I still feel an insatiable hunger for Elena. For the briefest of moments, I wonder if she feels the same way. But the visceral memory of her screaming, arching her back, breathlessly begging for more, tells me that she undeniably does.
We lie there for a few more silent moments before I realize her shower is still running.
“Shit, you probably ran out of hot water,” I say.
Elena lifts her body from mine and smirks down at me, her nipples just grazing my chest. It sends another surge of lust through me. “I think a cold shower is exactly what we need.” She stands and flips her hair over her shoulder as she saunters to the bathroom. Then she stops at the doorway. “Care to join me?”
Fuck yeah.
I jump up from the floor, eager to go another round with her and somewhat amazed by my own endurance. As I stand, I register the magical sight of the moonlit sky from outside Elena’s window. The clouds roll by, shifting shadows onto the night and illuminating the expression on my roommates’ faces as their mouths hang open in complete and utter shock from across the way.
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
Joe gives me an enthusiastic thumbs up. Devin flashes me an amused smirk, arms crossed as if to say, you sonofabitch.
I yank the blinds shut in horror and hustle into the bathroom, heart pounding. Elena notices my blanched expression and asks what’s wrong.
I consider lying to her, but my terrible poker face would make it useless. “My roommates were watching us,” I say through a grimace. Elena looks concerned for a moment. “But I think they only saw the last bit,” I add, hoping it’s true.
“What a shame.” She grabs a towel from the cabinet on the wall and throws it to me. “If we had known, we could have put on quite a show.”
How can she not be angry? This woman never ceases to surprise me. My mind races with vivid images of what her version of “putting on a show” could possibly mean. They turn me on all over again.
Elena steps into the shower, letting the steamy water catch in her wavy brown strands and trickle down her perfect curves. “Next time we’ll give your friends a scene they’ll never forget,” she says with a mischievous wink as she beckons for me to join her.
Next time? Damn, this semester is going to be fun.
Crush Course
Crush Course is an opposites attract college romance with a sweet, innocent heroine and a strong, sexy hero. It is the second book in the College Roommates series and can be read as a standalone.
Jenna
I’m not a liar, and I’m definitely not boy crazy, but hunky Devin Stratton has me pretending that I need help with Calculus just so he’ll tutor me.
He’s intelligent on top of being an insanely talented soccer player, and for some reason he agreed to be my study buddy for the entire semester.
But I don’t know how much longer I can keep up this ruse before he figures out my little secret…
Devin
I’ve been tutoring Jenna on sin and cosine for weeks now, but the truth is, I’m not here for the calculus and I never was.
She’s as sassy as she is innocent, and the more time I spend with Jenna, the more I want her to be mine.
But how can I get her to see me as more than just her tutor?
It’s time to put the “animal” in study animal…
If you love steamy love stories and humorous, relatable characters, you’ll love this book. No cliffhangers in this fun college romance.
This story takes place at Tempt University, where academic tensions run high and everyone is overdue for a sizzling, lust-fueled fling to get back on track (even the professors). Welcome to Tempt University!
Chapter One
Jenna
As his calloused, boyish hands trace the words in my calc textbook, I catch myself becoming jealous of the pages once again. Those sin and cosine curves ain’t got nothin’ on mine, damn it.
Yeesh, I’ve officially lost it. Must I always devolve into a sack of raging hormones when Devin comes near? If I were able to think logically around him, I’d have listened to my instincts, which tell me that “crazy hormone Jenna” should stay as far away from the guy she’s been mentally banging for the last few weeks as possible. Let “virgin good girl Jenna” take care of things, should she ever happen to come near the handsome devil.
So, naturally, “crazy hormone Jenna” won the internal struggle, and now Devin Stratton is sitting in my dorm room tutoring me on the basics of calculus, which I’ve known full well since freshman year of high school.
Yes, that’s right. I lied about needing to be tutored just so I could ogle Devin from a few inches away instead of at the back of the soccer stadium as he plays his athletic heart out. These tutoring sessions were never about the calculus.
My eyes glaze over as Devin continues to explain the most basic algebraic functions of the sin and cosine graphs in front of us. His deep voice lulls me into another daydream, and soon I’m picturing his hands on me once again.
Devin’s fudgy brown eyes melt me to my core as he pulls me into a kiss to meet his soft lips. His tan, hot skin sizzles under my touch as I trace my thumb over his fresh-grown stubble. His fingers trace the curves of my body from my shoulders to my breasts to my hips. Then, without warning, my daydream takes a significant turn, and suddenly we’re banging like animals on my messy dorm room floor.
I shake my head at the suddenness of my vision. Jesus, I need to get a grip here. It’s not like I’d even know what to do if he actually did touch me in real life. I’m a virgin, sure, but it’s only because every guy in high school smelled terribly of BO, covered up with enough Axe body spray to repel a freight train. It wasn’t until sophomore year of college that the boys on campus became somewhat responsible and even the least bit concerned with their hygiene.
But then I laid my eyes on Devin McHotstuff.
Not only is he as handsome as a Hollister model, but his GPA is higher than mine—and I’m the top of my class! Not to mention the way he moves on the field. The first time I saw Devin play soccer, my lady bits got tingly, and my heart started thudding to a worrisome pace. I had to let myself home early to take care of a few, ahem, pressing matters, if you catch my drift.
Needless to say, Devin is the first guy I’ve ever fantasized about, let alone allowed into my personal bubble.
I watch, still in a daze, as his beautiful pink lips move in seductive shapes while he wastes his time tutoring me. I should feel bad. Instead, “crazy hormone Jenna” has me daydreaming once again, my back on the floor with Devin’s rock-solid athlete’s body pressing down on my soft curves. I melt under his heat. His curly black hair brushes my skin as he kisses my neck, his stubble tickling me just slightly.
At first, I assumed my obsession with this hunky man could be replaced by any member of the Tempt University Soccer team. Hell, they’re all as attractive as the Greek gods. But the more I’ve learned about Devin, the more I’ve found myself liking the person behind his muscles. Not many athletes can handle a normal workload, let alone be an ambassador for the school, on top of leading student government and tutoring idiot sophomores like me on the side. Devin’s a fantastic student, a sensational senior, and he’s going to do great things.
Dear God, I’m a groupie.
His dreamy eyes are looking into mine once more. I bat my eyelashes and wait for him to pull me into another fantastic kiss…
Then I realize it’s real-life Devin this time, and he’s waiting for me to answer a question he must have just asked.
Cringe.
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p; “Uh, could you repeat that?” I ask.
“I said our lesson’s over.” His thick dark eyebrows furrow together in concern. “Are you feeling alright?”
“What! But we just started,” I stutter, glancing at my bedside digital clock to see if it’s true. Damn it, forty-five minutes have already gone by. Wait a minute, forty-five minutes? “We still have fifteen minutes left!” It comes out a little too eager than I’d have liked.
Devin smiles his hundred-watt smile, and it stops my breath short. “We finished early today,” he says. “You didn’t stop me this time, and I take that as you understood everything. Great work.”
I should have paid more attention to pretending I didn’t get it. Stupid me.
Totally desperate for him to stay, I blurt out, “Can you, uh, teach me some more about…” I glance at the page beneath his tanned hands, “…sin and cosine?”
The sound of his deep, heartfelt laugh sends waves of pleasure down my spine. “We just went over everything regarding sin and cosine.” He narrows his eyes at me. “What’s going on with you? Is everything alright?”
I sigh. “I was distracted.”
“By what?”
It’s no point keeping this secret any longer. I’m a terrible liar, and there’s not a chance in hell he’s into “virgin good girl Jenna” anyway. Better to get it off my chest so I can finally focus on my work again.
Plus, what’s the worst that could happen? Either Devin will be pissed at me for lying to him and he’ll never come back, he’ll laugh in my face for being a silly girl with a crush, or he won’t care either way.
I’m hoping it’s the third option.
“You,” I mutter, avoiding his gaze by staring at his toned biceps. “I admit it.”
Silence.
Why hasn’t he said anything yet? I sneak a peek at his gorgeous face to find the corner of Devin’s mouth turn up into a crooked grin that crinkles his eyes. My breath catches at the sight. “Oh really?” he asks, and I can tell there’s a laugh threatening to burst through any moment.
Great. Devin thinks I’m an idiot.
“Yes, and I’m sorry.” I roll my eyes at myself as I continue. “I don’t need your help with calculus at all. I never did. I’ve never needed a tutor for goodness sakes!” Fighting the strongest urge to facepalm myself, I continue on, finally looking into his eyes. “I just wanted to see you. I’ve been wasting your time this whole semester.”
He sighs and runs a hand through his curly hair. The tiny brown ringlets bounce back into place. “I wouldn’t say that, actually.”
Huh? I’m wondering what he could possibly mean by that when I catch him eyeing my chest. A bit of my lacy black bra is showing from beneath my skin-tight yellow tank top. I wore the sexy piece on purpose, just to boost my confidence, but I hadn’t realized how low the hem had fallen. Probably from all the subconscious leaning towards him. I’d say a good sixty percent of my cleavage is on full display.
Can you say, “desperate?”
I glance up at him with a sheepish smile. Devin flashes me a smirk, and the dark look in his eyes sets my lady parts on fire.
Totally unsure of what’s happening right now, and eager to cut this mortifying moment short, I attempt to remind him why I’m the worst. “No, you don’t understand—I lied to you, Devin. I already know the fundamentals of calculus.”
In a deep voice that comes dangerously close to a growl, he says, “I can teach you the fundamentals of something else if you want.” He touches my arm, and goosebumps break out on my body from head to toe.
After all this time dreaming about it, the sensation of Devin’s skin on mine is infinitely better than I ever imagined. His searing hot touch sends a lightning bolt straight to my chest. I hadn’t expected such a simple move to cause such a reaction in me.
The fundamentals of something else? I force my breathing to maintain a reasonable rate as I register what he’s talking about. Does he mean the fundamentals of kissing or sex?
He chuckles, then looks up from under his long, dark lashes and says, “Sex. Well, both, if you want.”
Did I say that out loud?! I spin away from him, totally mortified. The hot sensation of blush spreads from my cheeks to my chest, and I watch as the deepest shade of red colors my pale skin.
“What makes you think I need the fundamentals?” I ask in a shaky voice.
He raises an eyebrow like it’s obvious. Is it obvious? Then he leans forward, and I freeze, my breath caught in my throat. He smiles.
“Call it a hunch.”
I gulp, and he follows the motion with his eyes, taking me in from top to bottom as I sit there, immobile under his spell. The intensity of his gaze makes me hyperaware of all my insecurities. The baby fat I’m still carrying in my cheeks, the slight gap between my teeth, the few zits on my temples, and the stain that’s been in my shirt since seventh grade because yes, I’m wearing my older sister’s hand-me-downs. That’s just how our family does it. I’m here on scholarship, but you wouldn’t have guessed it from my calculus grades.
Little did Devin know.
Surprisingly, I don’t think he cares that I lied to him at all. In fact, I highly doubt it now because he’s licking his lips in a very seductive manner that has me feeling like I’m about to be attacked by a lion.
My heartbeat jumps into my ears, and I try to swallow the bubble of nerves building in my throat.
I definitely need the fundamentals.
“Are you, er, qualified to teach the fundamentals?” I ask.
He lets out a short, breathy laugh. “I’m pretty qualified,” he says, leaning forward so that he’s inches from my face. He sniffs behind my ear and slowly moves down my neck, and of all the thoughts racing through my head right now, I’m focused on the fact that he doesn’t smell like Axe body spray. In fact, Devin smells like rain and freshly cut grass.
Quite the opposite from the cortisol-induced liquid tickling my underarms, which he’s dangerously close to now.
“Oh, good.” I clear the high-pitched nerves from my throat and shimmy away slightly.
Devin leans back and looks me in the eyes. In a soft voice, he says, “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. It’s okay.”
“No, I want to,” I blurt out. I really, really want to. This could very well be another one of my daydreams, but I’ve never felt this feeling before. It’s like the same warmth that builds from my core during all my dreams about Devin, but I’m not entirely melting in his presence this time. I feel alert and sensitive in every inch of my body, like I’m ready to take on anything that comes my way.
And the dark, hungry look on Devin’s face tells me he feels the same way.
Oh boy.
Devin reaches out and lightly grasps my neck, placing his thumb on my chin. Then he does what I’ve been yearning for all semester—he kisses me.
His lips are soft, just like I imagined, but they’re burning hot, and slightly chapped. Probably sunburned from all the outdoor soccer practice. His hands feel light on my skin, yet they send a searing heat to my core as if they’re made of… gosh, I can’t think. Devin Stratton is kissing me!
He starts off slow and gentle, pushing and pulling with his lips against mine. I realize it’s like a sort of rhythm, a dance between our breath. His unspoken movements tell me to trust him, to follow his lead, so I do. And with that first kiss, that first exhale, that first touch, electricity spreads to every extremity, to my every nook and cranny. Even the deepest ones.
He tastes sweet, in a savory type of way. Just when I find I want more, Devin smoothly parts my lips with his tongue, demanding entry into my mouth. I gasp, not expecting it, and pull away to catch my breath.
He smiles at me, eyes bright. “You like that?”
I do.
But I don’t say it. I show Devin how eager I am for more.
I may be new at this, but I’m no sissy.
I lean forward, hesitating just short of his lips with a smirk, before going all in. I suck his
bottom lip between mine, taking my time as I lick and taste every inch of his mouth with my eyes closed. He’s hot and sweet and tastes so much better than the back of my hand. Every time he tilts his head and eagerly pulls me toward him for more, I have to fight the urge to squeal with excitement.
After what feels like hours of this amazing back and forth, I finish our kiss with a sassy nip at his bottom lip. A cocky move for a novice, I know, but what can I say? I’m ambitious. When I pull away, Devin’s eyes are wild and he’s grinning like a fool.
“You’re a quick learner,” he says, slightly out of breath.
Before I can come up with a witty response, he dives back in with enthusiasm, pulling me towards him with intensity as if he just came up from a deep dive, and Devin needs my kiss like he needs to breathe oxygen. What was so calm and exploratory now feels fervent, impatient, needy.
Devin’s hands trace my jawline to my outstretched neck, all the way down to the shape of my breasts. I half expect my tank top to burst into flames, his touch is so hot!
In an expertly executed move, Devin sneaks his hand under my shirt, feeling up the pearls of my spine and stopping halfway to unclasp my bra.
I will my lips to keep working their magic, to not reveal that I’m totally freaking out on the inside.
He gently pulls the bra straps from my shoulders and removes the whole thing from under my top, tossing it across the room with a flick of his wrist. I hesitate for an almost imperceptible moment. Though my shirt is still on, I realize no one has ever seen me naked before.
And then I remember I haven’t shaved in two days.
I mentally slap myself. Loosen up, Jenna! It’s fine. Guys don’t notice those things.
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