Page 26 of Scary In Love
His legs are so much longer than mine, and he strides ahead while I struggle to keep up. Room after room passes in a blur, and I lose track of where we are in the house as he leads me into the servants’ corridor, up a set of stairs, back in the opposite direction, then into a tiny room.
He slams the door behind us, pressing me up against it with the full weight of his body. Our mouths find each other instantly in the dark. His hands thread through the hair at the nape of my neck, yanking to tip my head back. My lips part, and that first taste of his tongue is electric and salty and my new addiction.
We are a blur of hands reaching out, tongues seeking more, bodies pushing and pulling. Time loses all meaning as he devours me. He presses his knee between my legs, and I moan into his mouth, then again when he snags my lip between his teeth and tugs hard.
I whimper, hoping he leaves a mark, but the noise makes him pull back. His ragged breath fills my mouth as we fight for the same air. I’m about to kiss him again when he reaches for a switch, and an old Edison bulb flickers to life above us. Even in the low orange glow I cantell his pupils are blown, and his lips are full and slick from where I’ve sucked at them. He dips his head to inspect mine with a sweep of his thumb. I can’t resist lapping at it, and I’m rewarded with a deep groan. We’re as greedy as each other, it seems.
He drops his forehead to mine and cages me in, one palm flat above my head. The other hand grips my waist, keeping me pinned against the door. It’s hypnotic, the way he takes up all the space around me, making me feel small and safe in his presence. I briefly wonder if I’ve hit my head and am now living in some fictional reality. Real men aren’t like this.
“What is this place?” I ask, peeking behind him at the rows of empty shelves.
“Old laundry storage, I think. Ever since I found it, I felt like it would be a perfect spot for hiding away and making out.”
He tucks my hair behind my ears and cups my face, holding me close enough to check how I’m feeling.
“And who exactly are we hiding from?” I ask.
“The ghosts, obviously.”
“Ah, of course. Ghosts famously hate laundry.”
“All those years being mistaken for bedsheets. Who can blame them?” He shrugs one shoulder, and I slip my hands behind his neck.
“Do you think we should do it again? Since we’re so safe in here.” I tip up and kiss the smile right off his face.
This one is softer, and I let him dictate the pace. When he’s done with my mouth, he trails his kisses down my throat, sucking softly at my neck.
Nobody has ever kissed me this way, like they can’t get enough. He grips my hips, squeezing the softest parts of me, then palms my breast through my clothes. The pressure is everything, and still I needmore. His thumbs slip underneath my sweater, and I want him everywhere.
I cling to his shoulders, and we keep going, grabbing at each other, until we hear distant voices. Mason groans and kisses me firmly before reluctantly pulling away.
“The haunt crew are here,” he whispers.
I bury my face in his chest, hating what that means. We can’t hide in a closet and make out all afternoon, as much as I’d love to.
Releasing my grip on his t-shirt, I reach for the fake scar that’s now semi-permanent.
“You still have blood on you.” I brush his cheek gently, then do the same with his mouth. “And now my lipstick too.”
“Good.” He sucks my thumb, and when my head thumps back against the wood, he wraps his other hand around my throat, cradling me there.
Dust motes drift through the air, probably hundreds of years old, but I can’t think about that when he’s looking at me like I’m his next meal.
“Do you have plans for Halloween?” he asks.
My head swims at the sudden shift in tone.
“Uh, scaring the kids on my street while they threaten to egg my house. Busiest night of the year for you, I assume?”
“We’re fully booked, but that’s our last night. The crew are heading to theSun and Starsfor a wrap party afterwards. I was hoping you could meet me once they’re all gone.”
“I’m sure I can be free,” I shrug. I’m playing it cool. I willdefinitelybe free. “What do you have in mind?”
“Like I said, I’m still figuring out all the details.”
“And when will I get to find out these precious details?”
“Soon,” he smiles, adjusting the hair around my face. “Can you come back tomorrow?”
