Page 142 of Drown Like Heaven
“You’re dangerous.”
“I don’t try to be,” I lied, knowing he’d catch it. Of course I wanted this. Of course I’d been trying to make him give up on his restraint for months. Even when he hurt me, when he tried to discourage me, my hunger persisted. My attachment grew.I bleed so easily.
“I told you not to lie to me.”
“Lying is safer.” My words were barely a whisper in the darkness.
“Nothing is safe here.”
He was still staring at my lips, his eyes dark and predatory. It was making me as nervous as it was making me horny. His face was gorgeous, too perfect to be real, like a god. The truck smelled good, like darkness and forest and secrets…
“I don’t want to be safe,” I dared to say, hopefully provoking him.
“I know you don’t.” He leaned slightly closer. So did I, like he was pulling me with a string, like I was powerless to resist him. “You don’t like being cautious. It pisses me off sometimes.”
“I make you mad?”
“You make me a lot of things.”
I shifted on the bench seat, moving toward him. “Is mad the most frequent one?”
“No.”
“What is?” I inched nearer, studying every perfect detail of his face in the darkness. His stare drifted down, lingering on my mouth again.
“Not mad.”
“Are you—”
Micah grabbed my throat and lowered his mouth to mine.
My world shifted on its axis.
I didn’t hesitate to kiss him back. Not for a single second.
“Fuck,” he grunted, low and rough.
With Mason, I was all violence, all fight. But with Micah, I was nothing except my hunger. Soft and messy and desperate and yielding. Licking into his mouth, sucking at his bottom lip until he was yanking me closer, growling against my lips like he was angry at me for giving myself to him so easily. The truck was too small for us, cramped, every brush of our bodies deliberate.
He kissed me hard, and with a shocking edge of possession that only served to make me wetter. His teeth scraped over my lips, tongue seeking mine, hands gripping my body everywhere as he pulled me onto his lap.
He slid a hand down my stomach, then cupped me between my thighs.
Fuck.
Instantly I tilted my hips, unable to stop myself from grinding on his palm through my jeans, neither of us wanting to break the kiss, to break the darkly-woven illusion we’d wrapped ourselves in. Everything was moving so fast, but I couldn’t have slowed down if I tried. I didn’t want to.
The heat of my pussy was pressed right to the palm of his hand with a firm pressure. He was grabbing me like he owned me, like I was a possession, like he’d given up on whatever boundaries he’d previous constructed between us.
“If I’ve given you the impression that I’m going to be kind, or that I want anything less than for you to belong to me in disgusting entirety, then I apologize,” Micah started, pulling away, breathing hard. “Don’t hold out hope for a change in my behavior, because you’re not going to get one. There’s no softer side waiting to be uncovered. I’m not going to be gentle with you. I’ll allow you the opportunity to back out now, but beyond this point, what I say goes. Alright?”
My stomach was a ball of nerves, my veins flushed with feverish arousal. But I just nodded and nodded, pressing mymouth back against his.Faster. More. Be mean to me. Be rough. Use me. Don’t stop.
“Take everything off,” he instructed.
“Okay,” I whispered, then started with my boots, unzipping them and kicking them off, fumbling to try and keep my body on top of his, as close as possible. Micah groaned, grabbing my throat to kiss me deeper while I wiggled out of my jeans, then he pulled off my sweater before unhooking my bra and exposing my breasts.
“Fuckingperfect.”
