Nothing to Everything (Roommate for Roommate Book 1)

by Maia Aaron

This girl. This beautiful, gorgeous girl is laying down on my bed, blessing me with the sight of her, the feel of her, the sound of her. There are so many inches of her and I want my mouth on every single one until I’ve committed the taste of her every part to memory. I want her in my bed every second of every goddamn day if this is what it feels like to have her there. To see her soft hair spread across my sheets and her eyes raking my body from top to bottom like she can’t fucking wait to have me on top of her and under her and on my knees for her, because I have no doubt in my mind that there’s not a single part of me that wouldn’t cave under her touch. I fucking need her. In any damn way she’ll have me. “Fitz,” she says my name, again in that fucking voice of hers that any man would die for. But it’s a good fucking thing that it’s not for any other man to hear because no man is even close to deserving it. Maybe not even me. She lifts her hands up, motioning for me to come back to her, and that’s all it takes. I’m a goner. There’s not a single thing in this world I wouldn’t do for this girl when she looks this fucking gorgeous asking it of me. If she asked me to kill a hundred men for her I’d kill a thousand. Just to please her, to see her look at me like I’ve made her proud, made her happy, because that’s all I want to do.