Page 25 of Scary In Love
My brain short-circuits for a moment, and I feel light-headed. His hands wrap around my wrists, his fingertips pressing into the thin skin where my pulse is thrumming.
“Answer me.”
“Yes,” I sigh, swaying a little.
“Can you explain it to me? What it feels like.”
I’ve never really thought about it in much depth. I may not have a lot of physical experience, but mentally I’ve taken myself to a lot of places. In the fantasies I revisit most often, I’m not in charge. The partner in my head decides for me, takes what they want, uses me.
In that moment, I don’t want to think. I just want to exist as a body, a vessel made for pleasure. A plaything.
Mason looms over me, watching closely, but giving me space to get my thoughts together. I’ve never had a conversation like this. Never been with anyone who’s taken much of an interest in what I like, let alone encouraged me to dig into thewhy.
“My life is predictable,” I eventually manage to say. “I go to work, I do the same tasks on repeat, I come home, eat dinner with my parents, watch a bit of TV, and go to bed with a book. It’s a good life, but it’s normal. Boring.”
“You wish things were unpredictable?”
“Yeah, sometimes,” I huff out, practically panting with the need to relieve the pressure building between my legs. Mason’s smile doubles in size. “What’s that smile about?”
“This smile?” he says, pointing at his face. “Oh nothing. Just thinking about some new ideas for the house. For you.”
“What kind of ideas?”
“I’m figuring out the details.”
He still has my hands pinned to the desk, but I sit up straight, pressing my chest against his in defiance. He breathes deeply, his mouth so close to mine it almost feels like he’s drinking my soul.
“I swear to God, Mason, if I find out you’re actually a ghost and this is some sort of sexy Casper situation, I’ll be so pissed off.”
Would I still want to fuck him if hewasa ghost? Probably. He could visit me in my dreams, and I’d wake up covered in ectoplasm and—
Jesus, I really am a creep.
He drags a line across my cheek with the tip of his nose, and my eyes drift closed. “I promise you I’m real.”
“Then prove it.”
I hear him break into a smile, then feel him blow a hot breath against my neck. “Does that feel real?”
I feel it sparking everywhere. “No, that’s definitely not human.”
“What about this?” He grazes the shell of my ear with his teeth, and it turns me into a puddle.
“I can’t feel a thing,” I whisper. “Maybe you should try kissing me. I bet that would work.”
“You know, I would have kissed you outside your house if your dad hadn’t interrupted us.”
A frustrated moan catches in the back of my throat. The tension is unbearable, and I need him to doanythingto break it. “He’s not here now. What are you waiting for?”
15
Jenna
Masonpullsmeawayfrom the desk, slipping his hand into mine as he drags me out of the library.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“You’ll see.”
