Jace Herondale
“So, let me get this straight. You're saying that you might not be able to control yourself around me? Huh! Am I getting that right?”I say grinning, the pleasure of seeing her face go red Infront of me sends blood rushing through my groin..
I hold back my smirk, giving her a deadpan stare.
Hera scoffs, her pretty catlike green eyes exploding open as she exclaims “What? No! That's not what I'm saying at all.” Her cheeks flush radiating the sexiest shade of red, and her hands are wrangling each other at her waist.
“I'm pretty sure that's exactly what you mean” I say arrogantly as I walk past her, purposely brushing the side of her arm with my shoulder.
“I mean, honestly, I can't be responsible for what you try to do.”I whisper huskily as I open the fridge, completely aware of the shock and embarrassment on her face.
Taunting her and seeing the embarrassment mixed with desire in her eyes seems to be my new found hobby!!
She's staring at me like I'm insane for even mentioning this, but I saw the way she looked at me when she came through that door. We both know what she was and is still thinking....
She wants me. I can see it in her eyes and hear it in her voice.
Call me an arrogant airheadead but I definitely know when a woman desires a man like me!!
There are three ways a man will know just how much a woman desires him. One, is from the way she's all flustered and her skin is blushing, that doesn't happen for no reason. Two, Don't forget the look of desire and her body language, that matters a lot..
Not that I'm some kind of angel. Her auburn hair, braided into a long rope against her back, would be perfect to wrap around my hand and tug. Her big emerald eyes and plump glossy lips caught me instantly.
She has a small beauty mark on her right cheek, and curves that would drop any man to his knees. Hera wearing a jean skirt and cowgirl boots with a flowy top that sits just high enough on her waist that when she lifts her hands as she speaks, I get a nice peek of her belly.
And her accent. . . Fuck, that accent is hot as hell. Southern twang, the kind that just bleeds sweet innocence.
I pull out the jug of milk, taking a giant gulp, and lean back against the counter. She looks like a deer caught in headlights. Her eyes are as big as saucers and her mouth is partially hanging open.
“What?”I ask
“Do you always do that?”She squeaks
“Do what?”I asked baffled
“Drink from the carton that way?”She says looking irritated by my actions
I smirk and shrug my shoulder. “Do you always ogle a guy you just met like you want to jump his bones?”I reply
“I didn't ogle you, and I definitely don't want to jump your bones. You just took me by surprise, that's it. Cut me some slack I expected your sister not you"She crosses her arms and tilts her head.
“You're lucky I didn't call the cops.”She says trying to sound Stern.
Drinking another big gulp, I just watch her. She really is pretty. When Isabelle told me she found her new roommate online, I was a definitely skeptical you never know nowadays. There are some creeps out there, and Isabelle is my only sibling and sister. She might not like it, but it's my job as her brother to make sure she's safe. I always have and always will.
“Where you from anyway? Isabelle didn't tell me much, just that your name's Hera, and you're from the south.”I say trying to strike a conversation to clear the air since she's starting to fidget and look uncomfortable..
“Kentucky.”She says sweetly..
“That explains it.”I reply.
“Explains what?”She asks sharply, her voice holds this level of sass. I'm not sure why, but I can tell she's ready to serve up some shit if she feels she needs to.
I like it. She's a firecracker. There's nothing hotter than a girl who can handle herself.
Although it seems I'm beginning to get the affinity of getting attracted to low key crazy girls, I hope she isn't batshit crazy.
“Your accent.” I hold out the milk as I gesture toward her. “You want some before I put it back?”
“No, thank you sir.” She waves her hand, and giggles as she shakes her head. “I'll get my own food and stuff. You can keep your germs.”
“For now.” Grinning, I bounce my brows playfully.
“And for as long as you're here,” she snaps quickly.
I don't take my eyes off her. Even if I wanted to, I can't. She's too fucking gorgeous. Just one look and I can tell she's one of those girls who doesn't know how beautiful she actually is. There's a hard shell around her, but in the center is a woman who turns heads no matter where she goes.
We're staring at each other. Neither one of us is blinking. I adjust the top of my pants, and her eyes dip for a split second, landing on my cock then jumping back up.
Caught you.
“Don't get any ideas now. I know you want to act like I'm the one who needs to keep their hands to themselves, but I can see right through you.”
She lets out a loud exhale as she laughs sarcastically going red a little. “Yeah, okay. You're crazy, you know that? I would never sleep with you. I literally just met you. The fact you're even talking to me like this is enough to know the kind of guy you are.”
“Seems to me like you're trying really hard to convince yourself more than I am. I know who I am, but you. . .”i say pausing, I squint my eyes and look her up and down. “You're still figuring yourself out. But, if there's one thing I know, it's the eyes you're giving me.
“What the hell is wrong with you? We just met, and this is how you act? You're a pig.”She grimace out..
I can't help myself. I know I'm teasing her, and I know she's getting annoyed. But I'd be lying if I said I'm not enjoying this. Her cheeks are crimson, her arms are pin straight at her sides, and her eyes are so big I could jump inside.
I hold out my hand, waving it lazily through the air. “All I'm saying is that maybe it's not me you're actually worried about. Maybe you’re worried about what you'd do if you had the chance.”
There!
I just laid it on the ground....
Although I don't think it's a smart idea to start flirting with my new roommate!
There's fire in her eyes now. She huffs under her breath, grabbing the handles of her bags angrily. She whips around on her heels and starts to storm off. She's heading for her room, only it's not the right one. She is heading straight for my room.
She stops short, and glances back and forth between the two rooms. I walk up behind her, making the distance between us no more than a half foot.
“It's too soon for that baby girl. We just met. I can't let you in my bed on the first night.”I murmur in between her eyes huskily.
Hera head whips over her shoulder, and she grunts softly under her breath. Pushing herself past me, she drags her bags to her room, and slams the door shut.
And my stupid ass couldn't help but smile. My cock is pulsing with desire and I'd love to show this girl a good time. It looks to me like she needs someone to loosen her up a little bit and I can damn well be that guy. A little release might do her some good. You can't take life so seriously. There's no point in planning ahead. That's how I live my life. I take one day at a time.
And I know that whatever happens, is supposed to happen. This girl needs a little taste of what life looks like when you let it come to you. It would be good for her to just go with the flow.
Who knows, maybe I'll get the chance.
I guess my vow of celibacy will have to end here ..
Because the both of us stuck in the house with this obvious sexual tension is definitely going to be hell!
It's like putting a lion and it's prey in one cage and there's no way he's not going to devour his prey with all his might...