She grabbed a sandwich from the downstairs café, showered, wrapped herself in a towel, and hung her clothes up to dry. With the television in the background, she worked for the next few hours on the new contract and the financial spreadsheets for the upcoming quarter.
When Kane called back, she was cuddled in bed, relaxed and already a bit sleepy. “You on your laptop?” he asked.
She frowned. “No.”
“FaceTime me there.”
Click.
Okaaaaay. She retrieved it and brought up FaceTime. The picture came up. He was in her bedroom, propped up against the cream headboard. Immediately, her heart raced. He looked lazy and sensual, hair damp from a shower, simple white-t-shirt stretching over those broad shoulders. Those green eyes drilled hers right through the screen.
Her gaze softened. How sweet. He wanted to prove Montgomery was safe. “How is he doing?” she asked.
“Mo’s great. We made a bargain. I stay out of his way and he’ll stay out of mine.”
“Did you give him a treat? He likes the ones you brought him.”
“I tried but he refused to take it from me. I’ll leave one in the sunroom for him later.”
“He’ll come around. Where is he? Isn’t that why you wanted to FaceTime?”
A slow, wicked grin curved his lips. Her breath caught in her throat as his eyes darkened. “No. I wanted to see you for my own personal enjoyment. Where are your clothes?”
She squirmed on the bed. Heat gathered in her core at the sensual predatory look. “They got wet so I had to hang them up to dry.” She paused. “Why are you in my bed? Are you ready to go to sleep?”
“Not yet. I thought I’d be more comfortable here while we…talked.”
A buzz of electricity shot through the air, connecting them through the screen. Her breasts tingled with sheer anticipation. Something was about to happen and she couldn’t wait to find out. “Kane?”
“Are you ready to show me how grateful you are, sweetheart?”
His voice poured over her like warm, sticky honey. Her fingers clutched at the knot in her towel. It took her a while to untangle her words. “What did you have in mind?”
Transfixed, he leaned close to the camera. That sensual mouth quirked in a hint of a smile.
“Drop the towel and I’ll show you.”
God, her expression was everything.
Kane drank in the combination of innocence and lust glittering in her hazel eyes and was immediately hard. He figured seeing her through a screen would give him a bit of control, but it was as if she was right here. The same electricity exploded in the air, tightening with a sweet, familiar tension.
In fact, his control was ready to splinter. Wet hair tumbling over her bare shoulders. The white towel barely clinging to her full, heavy breasts. Her nipples poked against the fabric, ready to play. Her face was clear of makeup, pink lips pursed in thought. Not being able to touch her was the biggest punishment of all but he’d take the sting for the payoff of watching her pleasure.
Those teeth reached for her lower lip. Pondered. “You want me to drop the towel?”
Oh, she wanted to, but something held her back. His voice soothed. “Yes. I want to see you naked for my eyes only. I want to enjoy looking at you while I’m lying in your bed, imagining all the times you touched yourself while thinking of me.”
A gorgeous blush tinted her cheeks. His dick pressed painfully against his jeans. He could study her face for a thousand years and never memorize all of her expressions; all the flickers in her gaze.
“I’ve never done it. Had…phone sex.”
Primal satisfaction unfurled. He was glad. The thought of her being with anyone else made him want to roar, even though it was both outdated and chauvinistic. He practically growled the words. “I’m glad you waited for me.”
She seemed to make her decision. “What do we do?”
Her usual snappy banter faded under the unknown. Kane was so turned on he felt like an overexcited teen. He dropped his voice in command. “Drop the towel, Sierra.”
He waited one beat. Two. Three.
