“Yes,” she said, stretching it out until a trail of S’s was left between them.
A harsh exhalation hit her ears. “Fuck. You don’t play fair.”
“I don’t want to play fair. I want to come.” She moaned, couldn’t stop it. “Can you do it this way? Thinking about me, about us?”
“Yes.”
“Excellent.”
“Are you kidding? I’m close to embarrassing myself every time I see you.” His breathing caught up to hers, rapid bursts that set her pulse skittering. She wasn’t in this alone. He was as aware of her, as affected.
“Are you touching yourself?” she asked in a husky murmur, the vivid memory of her fingers wrapped around him flooding her mind.
He released a gravelly sound, then whispered, “Yes.”
Decision made, Fontana did something she’d never done with a man.
She talked.
In graphic detail, she told him everything she’d loved about their night together. Everything she wanted to do to him. Everything she wanted him to do to her.
He responded with marked enthusiasm, murmuring wicked suggestions, urging her to tell him how she was touching herself—the heat, the moisture, the speed. The way her muscles contracted around her fingers. Where her legs were. If she was pinching her nipples.
While he described how hard he was, how he pulsed in his hand, moisture beading on the crown of his cock. He listed the ways he imagined taking her—setting, clothing, position.
Frankly, he consumed.
She’d never experienced anything more erotic in her life.
When she was close, two fingers buried deep, her mindsplitting from her body, she whispered, “Will you show me how to touch you?Reallyshow me?”
“I’ll teach you exactly what I like.” He groaned low and long, his breath a harsh rasp in her ear. “I’m so fucking hard right now. If only your hands…were on me. Your lips. Yourtongue.”
“Come with me, Campbell Loman.” Back arching off the bed, she closed her eyes. Her skin was on fire, the triangle between her thighs throbbing. She circled her swollen clit, stroking, imitating him as well as she could. The phone dropped, resting in the cradle of her neck. “Like. That. Night.”
She beat him to the finish by a few seconds, but it was close.
Fontana knew this, because he was the kind of guy who made no secret of an orgasm taking him away. Which sheappreciated.
Seconds passed as they panted softly, murmuring breathless nothings. Finally, she brought the phone back to her ear, listening with delight as he tried to recover some form of intelligible speech.
Laughing, she ripped the sheet off her overheated body.
It feltwonderfulto finally be making up for lost time.
“Rule number one. No giggling during the phone thing, Hellcat.” The line crackled as he brought the receiver close to his mouth. He must have dropped it in the moment. “Could mess with my ego.”
“Like you make up all the rules?”
“I make no rules.Nothingwith you is like anything else.”
The smile practically split her cheeks. “You don’t have to sound so discouraged about it.”
He sighed, still sounding a little winded.
“Friends can do the phone thing, right?” she asked, pretty sure her amusement was traveling the distance between them.
“Sure. Of course. Why not?” She heard his sheets rustle in the background. “What is that buzzing?”
