But now?
I see what Lindsey has been trying to tell me the whole time; I can't go back to using my fingers now. Not after that.
I washed off the rubbery white oval piece and put the device away, took a shower, threw on a sundress and flats, and headed out in search of coffee and breakfast.
I found a place on the boardwalk that wasn’t too crowded and treated myself to some pancakes and an endless cup of coffee. By the time I cleared the plate, it was nearly ten. I don't know how late Duncan usually sleeps, but I know Lindsey, and if I don't get ahold of him soon, she'll be blowing up my phone. So I found a bench looking out at the Inside Passage and FaceTimed him.
It burbled a few times, and then there was the connection sound effect, and Duncan’s absurdly handsome, chiseled face filled the screen. He was bleary-eyed, squinting at the screen. "Rune, hi."
"Sorry to wake you up."
"Eh, it's fine. I need to get up anyway. What's going on, hot stuff?" He scrubs his face, wipes sleep away from the corners of his eyes and sits up.
My eyes went to his bare chest, to his hard, powerful pecs. I may or may not have licked my lips at the sight, because the man was ripped.
"Rune?" I heard the amusement in his voice. "My eyes are up here, babe."
"Shut up." I sighed. "Um, so…"
"Yes, I have my tux dry-cleaned and ready to go."
"No, that's not it. I, umm, I have a favor to ask."
"A favor, is it? Another one?" He shrugged. "I live but to serve, my lady."
"Well, it's more of a request for information, really. The wedding we're supposed to be going to…the venue had an electrical fire yesterday.”
His eyes widened. "Oh, shit. I heard about that. The Old Toby Inn, right? The whole place went up. They had to evacuate all the guests, and nowhere else has vacancy. Everyone was talking about it last night."
"Yeah, well, now Hamish and Raquel have nowhere to stay or get married, and nowhere for the guests to go," I said. "We were hoping you, as a local, might have some ideas."
He scratched at his chest, and then leaned out of the screen to grab something—the action bared more of his lean, shredded, muscular body—I count abs: two, four, six…eight? Fuck me. The blanket covering him slid away, revealing a dangerous expanse of male flesh…including the sharpest set of V-cuts I've ever seen, and let me tell you, I'm a sucker for those things. Nice arms, a good chest, a tight, hard cannonball ass? Yes, please. Gets me going. But V-cuts? They turn me into jelly. I can’t explain it, I know it's dumb and shallow, but it just does it for me.
And Duncan's were fucking glorious. My pussy clenched, my gut flipped, and my nipples went tight and hard. Just lean a little further, I can't help thinking. It's obvious he was naked under that blanket, and now that I've seen this much, I needed more.
A lot more.
He came back onto the screen with a water bottle, which he took a long drink from. Even his Adam's apple was sexy.
Did I or did I not just have an epic orgasm? I did. So…why am I hornier than I was before?
"Do you always sleep naked?" I asked, and then clapped my hand over my mouth. “Sorry. Forget I asked that."
He grinned at me. "In fact, I do." He winked. "What about you, Rune? What do you wear to bed?"
"A T-shirt and underwear," I answered. "Nothing too exciting."
He smirked, shrugging. "I dunno…there's something hot as fuck about a girl in a tee and underwear. Especially if it's my shirt she's wearing."
“If I'm wearing my boyfriend's shirt," I said, letting my mouth run wild, "then I'm probably not wearing panties under it."
He groaned, covering his face. “Goddammit, Rune. Now I'm picturing you wearing nothing but my T-shirt. I won't be able to walk for a while. Thanks for that."
"Won't be able to walk?" I ask, momentarily confused.
He quirked an eyebrow at me.
"Oh. Ohhhh." I covered my face with my hand. "Shut up."
