He groaned. “I never wished I was a T-shirt more in my life. What about your pants?”
“Leggings.”
“Slide your hand under the waistband.”
He waited a beat for me to oblige. Imagining it was Beckett’s hand gliding over my belly, I slid my hand lower.
“I’ll bet you taste as sweet as a peach,” he whispered. “I want to taste you. I’m going to insist on it first thing when I see you.”
Warmth spread through me, and my breath quickened.
“A little lower.” His words were raspy. “All the way.”
Arching my back, I did as I was told. A moan escaped my mouth as I imagined Beckett’s long fingers slipping inside me.
My body pulsed, throbbing to be touched. The tips of my breasts strained against Beckett’s T-shirt.
“I’ve wanted to touch you since the first moment I saw you.” His voice was strained. “And this isn’t the first time I’ve jerked off thinking of you.”
I pictured Beckett touching himself while thinking about me, and a pang of longing shot through me to my core.
“Slide your finger inside, Princess. Find that sweet spot. The one that makes you feel good.”
Hearing the growl of need in Beckett’s voice made me so hot I thought I would combust. I delved one finger inside and shuddered at how good it felt. Beckett’s voice directed me to push another finger inside, to stretch myself for him.
“I’m going to rip off your sexy underwear and kneel between your legs. When I slide my tongue inside you, I’m going to make you mine. Do you want that? Do you want to be mine?”
My blood heated, and my breath came fast and hard. Beckett murmured his approval as he heard the change.
“I need you to say it. When I lick your sweet clit, you’re going to be my woman. All mine. I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you come in my mouth.” His breath was ragged. “Do you want that?”
I panted. “Yes.”
“Say it. Say my name.”
I thought of Beckett’s tongue licking along my slick seam. I wanted it. I wanted him. I wanted to run my tongue over every dip and ridge of his abdomen. I wanted to move aside his hand and take him into my mouth. I needed to feel his hard length. I wanted to know the shape of him. The taste…
My fingers glided over the tight bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs and I gasped.
“Are you close?” Beckett’s sexy voice filled my ear.
I was so close, I was about to catch fire. I tried to answer, but my voice failed me. Every nerve was alive and pulsing. Every breath brought me nearer the edge. I could only moan into the phone, and the sound of raw desire coming from my throat was too much. I flipped over the edge, shuddering as I found release.
“Yes.” I moaned.
“Say my name,” Beckett commanded.
I said his name, not once, but over and over, until my apartment echoed with the sound of my pleasure.
I don’t know how much time passed as I lay there, blissed out and clutching my phone to my ear.
Turns out phone sex had been just what I needed. I felt relaxed and tingling all over. And I was alone. There would be no cuddling, no excuses, no reason to run before morning came.
“Lacey?” His voice sounded husky, and I pictured his flushed face.
“Yes?”
“Never say you’re not my type again,” he warned. “We were made for each other.”
