Page 31 of The Roommate Problem
The anger left her face as her eyes widened then lit with the same burning heat he felt low in his gut. Oh yeah. She felt it, too. This strange connection they had. The driving need he felt whenever he was around her. Which unfortunately was a lot, considering they lived together. And that there was the precise reason they couldn’t do this. It would only end in a giant mess, and August hated messes. Physical or emotional.
“August?”
His name. Coming from her lips. Whispered and needy. Hell, a man could only be so strong.
Lifting his hand, he cupped the back of her neck. Her eyelids drooped, eyes closing as she tilted her chin up. This was it. Too late to back out now. His own eyes started to close as he brought her mouth to his. In less than a second, he was going to know if Moira Rossi tasted as sugary as her sunshiny attitude. He was going to—
The door flew open. “August, can you pass me the—oops!”
Mo pulled out of his embrace lightning fast. So quickly she smacked right into the shelves, causing a few spools of ribbon to come crashing down on her head.
“Good gracious, Moira,” Gran said. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah.” Mo winced, rubbing her head. “Those things are pretty soft.”
Unlike him right now. August felt a different kind of heat take over his body. The burn of embarrassment. Shit. Had his grandmother really just caught him about to make out in the supply closet? He felt like a teenage boy being…well, caught making out in the supply closet.
“I just needed a spool of white ribbon,” Grandma said, holding her hand out, a knowing grin on her face.
Mo grabbed one of the spools from the ground. “Here you go, Agatha.”
“Thank you, dear. Now I’ll let you two get back to your talk.”
Fan-fucking-tastic. Now his grandmother was going to think he and Mo were a thing. He was fairly certain she’d already been trying to push them together with the whole roommate thing. Now there’d be nothing he could say to convince her it was a bad idea.
And it was a bad idea. He was glad his grandmother interrupted them before he got to taste those lips that gave him such hell. Yeah. Glad. Now if only his dick would get the memo.
He glanced over at Mo to see the woman covering her mouth. For one horrifying second, he thought he’d misinterpreted the situation, pushed something she didn’t want, until he noticed she was shaking with laughter.
Her hand slipped down to her chin, a huge smile on her face. “Oh jeez, that was so embarrassing.”
He found his lips curling up as well. “Yeah. And now Gran’s going to be harping on me to marry you and give her a dozen great-grandbabies.”
“Oof, that’s way too many kids for me. Besides, I can’t marry anyone who thinks salad is an acceptable dinner entrée.”
He laughed along with her, sobering when he said, “You know this can’t happen, Mo. Right?”
“This?”
“Us.” He waved a hand back and forth between them. “You and me. It’s a bad idea.”
She nodded, taking a small step toward him. “Stupendously bad.”
“Phenomenally bad,” he agreed, backing up a step.
“Extremely bad.” Another step forward.
“Incredibly bad.” Another step back.
His back hit the supply room wall. There was nowhere left to go, and he did not like the wicked gleam in Mo’s eyes.
Well, maybe he liked it a little.
“You know, August.” Her fingers lightly touched his chest, walking up his throat, chin, brushing his lips. “Sometimes bad decisions make great stories.”
Then she bopped him on the nose, gave a tiny chuckle, and headed out of the room. Leaving him standing in the supply closet confused, horny, and seriously considering spending the next few months camped out in the shop supply room, because he had no idea how he was going to live with this tempting woman and not cross the line they both apparently desperately wanted to jump right the hell over.
