Page 98 of Drown Like Heaven
“I didn’t pick any of this out.”
“Okay…” I looked around, searching for something indicating a person actually lived here. There were some weights by the wall in the living room. “Who picked it out?”
“The person who got me the apartment.”
“Like an agent?” I didn’t actually know how apartment buying worked at all. I’d never bought one.
“Yeah. Sure. They just bought everything for me.”
He didn’t seem very concerned about the lack of decor or personality while he lead me through the living room and past the kitchen, heading into a short hallway with a door at the end—his bedroom.
Like the rest of the apartment, everything was black, including the floor-to-ceiling tiling on the walls of the adjoining bathroom. His bed was wide and low, with just two plain dark pillows, and the comforterdidlook rumpled, so at least I knew he slept here, if nothing else. Past the bed was a large window, showcasing a sprawl of buildings with yellow-lit rectangular windows.
“It smells so good in here,” I commented as casually as possible, unable to keep it to myself much longer. I mean, shit, the smell of him made me so horny it almost felt like I’d die if I didn’t touch him. I’d never felt like that before. It must’ve been some crazy pheromone—or something.
“What?” His face conveyed something that almost looked like alarm. “What does it smell like?”
“I don’t know. Like you. Like the ocean, in a way.”
“You can—” He pressed his lips together, cutting off his own response. Then he nodded. “Thanks. Might be my body wash.”
“Maybe,” I said, completely doubting it. That smell wasn’t created in a lab and infused into soap; it waspartof him.
Mason tossed my bag on his bed, then pulled me into his arms, pressing a hard kiss on my lips, putting our conversation about the way he smelled in the past.
“I’ve wanted to get you here for a while,” he said with his mouth skimming along my jaw, his cock already getting hard on my stomach. “At my place. I might never let you leave.”
A sick thrill sparked through my nerves at those words.
“You have to let me leave.”
“No I don’t.”
“I have class tomorrow,” I yelped as his teeth clamped down on my neck, my body trying to twist away from him.
“I don’t give a fuck,” he growled, holding me tighter.
“Well, I do. I’ve already missed—”
“I told you I don’t care, Dakota,” he cut me off, stealing my breath with another rough kiss, like he wanted to stake his claim on me. Like he wanted to ruin me for anyone else.I might want that too.“Stop talking about it.”
Mason dragged me over to a bench at the end of his bed, sitting down and settling me me on his lap, my thighs straddling his hips. He smelledso fucking good. It was better like this, in his apartment, when I was surrounded by him on all sides, when I couldn’t take a breath without feeling a tug in my belly.
I rolled my hips, kissing him deeper, my tongue flicking against his. Warmth spread across my chest and back, and I unzipped my sweatshirt, shrugging it off so I was just in a t-shirt and boxers on his lap. Mason’s hands gripped my waist, slid down the flare of my hips, the curve of my ass, fingers digging into my skin through the cotton.
His hold encouraged me to tilt my hips, to grind on his hardening dick.
I wanted him inside me. Not gently, but mercilessly,endlessly, like the ocean flooding a drowning thing. I wanted the hurt. Wanted it to last.
I moved my hips forward and backward, shuddering at the friction on my clit.
“Why did you let me leave the beach by myself?” I asked, masking the vulnerability in my voice with a breathy moan when Mason slapped my ass.
“I thought you needed space.”
I was shaking my head, wrapping my arms around his neck, swiveling my hips on his erection. His hands slipped under my shirt, up my spine. Desperation clawed at me, every breath working me into a frenzy. I was panting, losing myself to him.
Something like relief settled in me with his response. He hadn’t let me leave because I was too much. It was because he thoughthewas.
