He growls, and I hear a car door slam followed by the muffled sound of his boots on the ground.
“I thought that would be a safe conversation to have in an enclosed space.”
“It wasn’t?” I tease.
“You knewexactlywhat you were doin’ to me.”
“I like that I can get you all riled up.” He snorts and my grin grows wider.
“Riled upisn’t the half of it.”
“No?” I ask, feigning innocence as I heat up the curling iron and pull my makeup from the vanity.
“Tell me when I can see you again, and I’ll make sure I can go all night for you.”
“You’re insatiable.”
“Me?” He laughs, and my stomach feels like a swarm of butterflies have taken flight. “Dream Girl, I’m gonna have to prep like I’m getting ready for a marathon just to keep up with you.” I open my mouth and then close it again, my face heating as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. “It’s a good thing, Lana,” he adds quietly.
“It’s just been a while,” I admit, matching his tone. We’d talked about this already, but I just need to say it again. “It was nice to feel alive again. Wanted.” My fingers trace the design in the granite countertop, the admission almost too much.
“Well then, let me make it perfectly clear, Lana,”—my name on his lips has a shiver racing down my spine—“I want you more than my next breath. I want to lose myself in you and devour every sexy moan and whimper as you beg me to give you more.”
“That’s pretty clear.”
“Are you sure? Because the moment I felt you near me, I knew I’d never get enough. You’ve got me obsessed with you,”—he pauses—“you know, in the sexy way, not theoh shit I better call the copsway.”
I snort out a laugh as some of the heaviness starts to fade, but in its place is the realization that I’m a little bit obsessed with him too.
Huh.
“You’re going to make me late.”
“It was totally selfish, but I wanted to hear your voice.”
“Did you get your erection under control?”
Mason barks out a laugh, and I can picture his smile as he shakes his head—that mix ofaw shucksandI’m gonna make your panties wetthat really works for him.
“Not even a little, Dream Girl. I’m gonna have to do something manly like flip a tire or rappel down a building before that happens.”
“I appreciate the flattery.”
“That’s not flattery; that’s literally me being so fucking turned on just from having your attention.”
“I like it.”
“Me too, Dream Girl. Now go have a great day. Would it be all right if I text you later?”
“I’d like that.”
“Me too, baby. Me too.”
9
LANA
“Hey, Lana!” the director of student life says with enough enthusiasm to rival Mason. I force a smile but it’s nowhere near as bright as hers.
