Love Rents A Room
Chapter 83: In Her Space

Chapter 83: In Her Space

Joanne’s legs were still wrapped tightly around his waist as he lowered her onto the couch, their lips never parting. Every kiss, every heated breath between them only fueled the fire raging beneath his skin. He was lost in her—drowning in the softness of her mouth, the way her fingers tangled in his hair, the intoxicating scent of her skin.

Just as his fingers fumbled with the buckle of his belt—

*Woof*

A sharp, resounding bark shattered the moment.

JD stiffened, groaning against her lips, his head tilting in frustration as he turned to glare at the unexpected interruption.

Fluffy, her Rottweiler, stood a few feet away, ears perked, dark eyes locked onto JD with the unmistakable intensity of a guard dog sensing danger.

And the danger... was him.

"Go away, Fluffy," Joanne muttered, her voice a sultry mix of impatience and amusement as she waved a dismissive hand. Even breathless, even dazed with passion, she sounded so damn seductive.

JD let out a heavy exhale, dragging his lips down the curve of her throat. She was flushed beneath him, her skin warm, her chest rising and falling rapidly. He could see it in her eyes—she wasn’t too drunk, just tipsy enough to be uninhibited, her pupils blown wide with desire.

But the problem?

JD had no intention of gambling his family jewels in the presence of a protective Rottweiler.

Just then, her phone dinged. She picked it up, and JD frowned, unsure why she was so intent on checking her cameras at a time like this.

"There’s someone at the entrance," she said, glancing at the screen. "And one of the northeastern cameras isn’t working."

JD was unimpressed. He kissed along her jaw, and with a thud, her phone dropped to the rug below.

*Woof*

Another bark.

With a frustrated groan, he swept Joanne into his arms and carried her toward the kitchen, pressing a trail of teasing kisses along her collarbone as she clung to him.

Fluffy followed, trotting beside them like a damn chaperone.

When JD set her down on the counter, Joanne let out a soft whimper, pulling him close again, her lips hungry, her hands desperate as she slid them over his chest, fingers working to undo his belt.

The dim glow from the fridge bathed her in pale light, casting shadows over her bare skin. Her bra was forgotten somewhere in the living room. The silky green dress pooled around her waist, baring enough of her to make JD’s throat go dry.

She looked like a nymph—untamed, ethereal, impossibly seductive.

"Wait..." He exhaled sharply, barely managing to push her back enough to toss a jerky stick to Fluffy.

She moaned in protest, her fingers still gripping his waistband, her body arching toward him in frustration.

JD stole a glance at her in the faint light, and damn.

"God, you’re hot..." he breathed, his voice thick with reverence before he claimed her lips again, deep and consuming.

She melted into him.

His hands skimmed over her waist, her thighs, her back. He wanted to lose himself completely, but one part of his mind remained clear.

Reaching for a bottle of cold water from the fridge, he pressed it into her hand. "Drink this."

She pouted but obeyed, taking a few deep sips. He had seen her drink plenty tonight, and if this was going to happen, he needed her sober enough to remember every second of it.

Behind them, Fluffy finally lost interest and padded away with his treat, disappearing into the shadows like he had never been there to begin with.

JD wasted no time.

Lifting her effortlessly, he carried her up the stairs, her legs clamped around his waist, her lips trailing fire along his jaw.

Moans. Soft gasps. The whisper of fabric sliding against skin.

He barely noticed when his elbow bumped into the wall, nearly knocking down a row of photo frames as they ascended.

But nothing mattered now.

Nothing but the warmth of her against him.

Nothing but the quiet sighs that escaped her lips as he finally pushed open her bedroom door.

Finally.

Finally, he was here. In her space.

In her room.

After that feverish kiss, JD didn’t step into her room. If he did, he might lose all control.

Her scent lingered in the air, sweet and intoxicating, making every drop of his blood rush downward, tightening his restraint to the breaking point. Instead, with a smirk playing on his lips, he tossed her onto the bed.

Joanne bounced against the plush mattress, a breathless laugh escaping her as she reached for him, unwilling to part from his touch for even a second.

JD hovered over her, his fingers gripping her dress before tugging them down with a slow, deliberate pull. The silky fabric slipped off her legs as she giggled at his boldness.

Her gaze flickered to the side, drawn to the dim glow spilling through the curtains. The soft light cast long shadows across the room, illuminating JD as he now stood at the edge of the bed—triumphant, powerful—before tossing her dress to the floor.

He was breathtaking.

Her breath caught as she looked up at him, bare except for the thin underpant still clinging to her skin. The way he stared at her, eyes dark with heat, made her feel impossibly exposed... and yet, she didn’t want to hide.

"Undress," she murmured, her voice laced with both confidence and hesitancy.

JD let out a low whistle, his lips curling into a teasing smirk. "Ooooh, giving orders now?"

She blushed, her earlier boldness flickering into shyness as she turned her head, suddenly all too aware of just how vulnerable she was.

Who was he?

She barely knew anything about him beyond his name, his character... She didn’t even know where he came from. Was he a stranger? A fantasy? A dream she would wake up from? A scammer?

She was not someone who would get this vulnerable with someone this soon. But none of it mattered.

Because somehow, she felt safer with him than she had with anyone else.

JD made quick work of his shirt, popping open the buttons one by one before shrugging it off. Her breath hitched. His body—lean, toned, strong without being overly sculpted—was exactly the kind she admired. He took care of himself, but not obsessively. He looked like a man who knew his strength, who could lift her effortlessly, who could protect her if needed...

And yet, he was gentle.

Her throat bobbed as he unbuckled his belt, sliding his trousers down.

Her eyes betrayed her, darting downward. The thick outline beneath his briefs made her breath falter. He was big! Why did he even think the d*ldo she owned was unrealistic when he had one this big?

JD must have noticed her noticing, because he toyed with his waistband, his smirk deepening.

He was proud of what he had and it showed.