"I'll keep my fingers crossed, and toes, and legs.” I stretched out, crossing my legs at my ankles, and leaned back into my pillows. “My God, my bed is so comfy."
"You're in your bed?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"What are you wearing?"
"Um, my clothes."
"Take them off for me."
"You're bossy on the phone too."
"Hell yes."
My nipples perked up. Hmm, I could play this game. I'd never flirted like this on the phone, but there was a first time for everything.
"What should I start with?"
"What are you wearing?"
"The same thing I was wearing at the fair."
"You had a jacket on."
"It was open."
"Kendra, the only thing I was focused on was clarifying what happened, so you had no doubt about my interest in you."
“I don’t,” I assured him in a whisper. And I didn’t. For him to come see me at the fair and clear my mind of any concerns was proof of his caring in itself.
Clearing my throat, I decided to turn things playful again. "I’m wearing a skirt and a sweater." I left out that I was also wearing tights because there was nothing sexy about that. But I desperately needed them starting in November or I’d freeze off some pretty intimate parts.
"Take off your sweater slowly."
I did as he asked, dragging my fingers up over my bra as I went. Goose bumps prickled along my skin. I heard his breathing on the phone. It was almost like he was here with me.
"It's gone," I whispered.
"And now your skirt."
"You’re getting naughty."
"You have no clue just how naughty I want to get."
I pushed down my skirt and the silly tights, letting my fingers wander back up.
"What do you want me to do with my bra and panties?"
He groaned a guttural sound that turned me on. I was instantly soaked.
"Nothing."
I blinked rapidly. "What do you mean, nothing?"
"I can't do this and not race to your place and knock down the door."
I swallowed hard. "So why don't you do it?"
