Page 147 of Drown Like Heaven
Tell me.
I knelt in front of her and unzipped her heavy boots then pulled them off one-by-one, setting them aside before peeling off her socks and unbuttoning her jeans. Her palms were on my shoulders for balance as she lifted each leg to kick off the jeans.
Every discarded piece of clothing only succeeded in making my bathroom smell more and more like my ex when he was horny, and I was slowly going insane. I couldn’tstandthe smell of him in my bathroom, on her skin, lingering in the golden strands of her hair.
She could smell it, too. I knew she could. She’d smelled mine.
Did she know I’d notice it? Did she care?
I kissed her stomach just above her underwear, feeling my dick harden in my shorts. My eyes dragged upwards and I watched Dakota unhook her bra, letting it slide off her shoulders and onto the ground. I wasn’t sure whether to breathe or hold my breath. Neither seemed like a good idea.
My fingers curled over the waistband of her underwear and I tugged them down, over her ass and down her thighs, the cotton falling to her feet. She stood fully naked before me, shyness claiming her expression, but she didn’t move to cover herself. The heat of the steam was fogging up the bathroom, making herskin flushed and warm, tinted pink all over. A bit of life sparkled in her eyes, arousal glinting in the green.
I wanted my mouth all over her tits, but I was fairly certain I’d be able to taste the ghost of Micah’s mouth and it would ruin everything for me.
Am I the second man to see you like this tonight?
Standing fully, I kissed Dakota once on the mouth, loving how she tried not to let me pull away—her hand grabbing my shirt, her mouth chasing mine with soft desperation, a disappointed sigh slipping past her lips. Then I brought her over to the bathtub. I checked the water temperature again, shutting off the faucet, then helped her in. It was quiet a large tub, big enough to fit me, so she had no problem sinking into the warmth.
“Feel good?”
“Mmhmm.” She slid down, submerging herself up to her slender neck.
“I got new shampoo for you. And conditioner.” And a bunch of other shit, in case she needed it. I didn’t mention all that now. Purchasing stuff for Dakota made me realize how few items I actually owned.
Dakota bit her bottom lip, smiling a tiny bit. “So you missed me?”
“Of course I fucking missed you. You’re all I think about.”
“I don’t think about you hardly ever. And when I do, it’s only bad things.”
“Only bad things, huh?”
She nodded, sinking her white teeth into her lower lip again, pupils expanding.
I could see her naked body through the clear water, the blurred shape of her curves. She tilted back to wet all her hair, her breasts just barely breaking the surface, her skin gleaming. Her eyes latched to mine and she sank back down.Tease.
I reached in fast to grab her waist, not hard, but enough to drag her up to the surface again. She pretended to be mad at me for it, blowing out an angry breath, but she didn’t resist.
“I hope only the good kind of bad things,” I murmured, fingers pressing into her sides, her nipples pulling tight in the cooler air above the surface.
“No. The bad kind of bad things.” She was breathing harder now.
Her tits shone with water, little drops racing down her chest as I lifted her up. Streams ran down her ribs, trickling into the tub where her hair swirled in a dark blonde net.
I bent forward, taking one of her wet nipples into my mouth and sucking on it, working my tongue over the hard little tip. Instantly, her hands latched onto the back of my head and she was arching her chest, pushing into me helplessly. I swirled my tongue around her nipple, then moved across to the other side, biting the side of her breast.
“Fuck,” she whimpered. “I hate you.”
“I can deal with that,” I said, dragging my lips over her tits.I only can’t deal with you leaving me for good.
Her chest was flushed and heaving, pink nipples begging for my attention. And I wanted to give it, to spend all night toying with her and sucking on her, pinching and tugging and licking until she forced me off, but I needed to wash her hair. I could still smell Micah’s scent mixing with the steam.
“Play with ‘em, baby. Keep yourself ready for me.”
A noise of irritation huffed out of her when I moved to apply shampoo to my hands, letting her sink back into the tub. She was pressing her thighs together under the water, clearly horny, but refusing to give in now.
“Or don’t. I’ll just pick up where I left off after I finish this.”
