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"I just looked for your car."

I didn't bother asking how he knew which car was mine. One thing about Mason, he knew all kinds of things.

Already, he knew all of my special spots and what to do when he got there.And that was after only one time.

Man, he was good.

I felt my tongue skim my upper lip and suddenly realized something totally hilarious. "Oh, my God," I laughed. "You know what's funny?"

He stroked my naked hip. "What?"

"I never got my water."

"What water?"

"Well, that's the reason I went down to the kitchen in the first place – to grab a bottle of water. But then, I got all distracted."

"Oh yeah?" he teased. "By what?"

"Youknowwhat," I said. "Trouble-maker."

With a smile in his voice, he said, "Is that a complaint?"

"Yes," I laughed. "It's a total complaint. In fact, where's your complaint department? I want to file a grievance or something."

"Do you now?"

"Definitely."

"Hang on." And with that, he pulled away and rolled to his other side, giving me a nice view of his muscular back.

I watched in perplexed silence as he reached down beside the bed and began rummaging on the floor for something.

I asked, "What are you doing?"

Without looking back, he said, "Resolving your complaint."

I didn't feel like complainingnow. His whole backside was a sight to behold – from the muscles in his shoulders to the tight shape of his perfect butt.

Smiling at the view, I murmured, "Oh, really?"

He finished rummaging and turned back to face me. He was holding two bottles of water in one hand, holding them loose, near their caps. Looking way too smug, he replied, "Really."

I sat up in surprise. "You keep water in your bedroom?"

"I donow." He handed me a bottle and opened the other one for himself as he sat up beside me, resting his back against the massive headboard.

The water wasn't cold, but I hardly cared as I twisted the cap and leaned back beside him. I took a long, steady drink and kept on going. When I came up for air, my bottle was half empty.

Next to me, Mason, gave a low chuckle. "That bad, huh?"

I snuck a quick glance athisbottle. Unlike mine, it was still nearly full. Maybe I should've been embarrassed, but I wasn't. "Oh, it was bad, alright," I told him with a playful swat to his shoulder. "You almost killed me."

His eyebrows lifted. "Did I?"

"With dehydration," I clarified, lest he get the wrong idea. And besides, if amazing sex wasthatdeadly, I would've been a goner in the pantry.

He smiled. "Well, we can't havethat."