“Well,” she said. “Two things. One is that you’re the first man to spend the night at my house.”
“Huh?” he asked. “You haven’t had sex with a man in years?”
“No,” she said. “I mean it’s probably been two years unless you count all the sex I do in my books. Then it’d be a threesome. That doesn’t count. I’m telling them what to do like a producer, then watching it in my mind. Kind of like what we’ve been doing on video.”
They hadn’t had video sex, nor had they shown any scandalous body parts. But she’d seductively slid her hand under her shirt and down her shorts a few times. Not for him to see it, but to know she did it.
They’d hang up and call the other and maybe they’d be close to getting off by the tones of their voices, but no way she was coming with him for the first time without him in her presence.
So far it’d only been separate and then telling the other what they’d done.
No texts. No emails.
Only talking. There’d be no way for that to be traced back, and hearing his sexy voice was enough fodder for her books and sex scenes she’d been imagining in her mind.
“You’re good at working me up,” he said, his hands going under her arms again to lift her.
She laughed and put a smacking kiss on his lips.
She hadn’t realized how easy it was between the two of them.
Or how comfortable she felt in his presence.
The strength he had turned her on. It was as if she weighed no more than an apple he was picking up to take a chomp out of just now.
Take a bite out of me please!.
“I do have that special skill. It’s nice someone is benefiting from it,” she said.
“Where am I bringing you?” he asked. “Or are we going to stand in the foyer?”
There was no reason to delay this.
Not when it was all she’d been thinking about for weeks.
She’d never been distracted from her work and there were too many times she’d sit down to write and wonder what Warren was doing.
Where he was. Who he was talking to.
Were there women throwing themselves at him?
She’d never been a jealous person either and shook those thoughts off right away.
They’d already said they were going to be exclusive.
It’d been about six weeks since their casino date.
There’d been several dates all clustered together.
The past three weeks were video dates and she was counting the hours they’d set aside to eat and talk and tease the other.
Who cared if it was in separate houses? It was still intimate in her eyes.
“We can go to my room,” she said. “And I’ll show you where to put your clothes...after.”
He started to move toward the stairs quickly. “Tell me where?”
“Last door on the right,” she said.
