Page 81 of Drive Me Wild
“Don’t get shy on me now, gorgeous. Tell me what else.”
“I’m thinking of your fingers filling me,” I whisper.
“Fuck, that’s hot, baby. Slide a finger in for me.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I whimper quietly into the phone as I caress the spot inside me. This is better than any solo self-pleasure session I’ve ever had.
“Do me a favor,” Theo says huskily. “Go get Buzz Lightyear.”
I’ve toyed around with Buzz—no pun intended—and surprisingly, I like him a lot. Not that I would ever admit that to my mum.Nope. Don’t think about your mum right now, Josie.
Rolling onto my side, I open my bedside drawer and pull Buzz out of his protective case—which, yes, is shaped like a rocket ship. He’s royal purple and green, and made of high-quality silicon that gives him a silky feel.
“Okay, I have him. It. I have it,” I say, clicking the button three times to get to my favorite setting. “It’s turned on.”
And so am I. Theo coaxes me on how to touch myself. What he wants me to do. What he wants to be doing to me. I’m a mess as I near my orgasm, moaning his name into the phone like I’m a phone sex operator who does this for a living.
“Fuck, I’m so close, Jos,” he says in a strained voice. “Come with me, baby.”
That’s all it takes. At his words, I come undone, arching my back deeply, eyes screwed shut as I ride the wave of electricity flowing through my body. The throaty noise he denies making filters through the phone as he comes. I smile at the sound, knowing that even thousands of miles away, I’m still the one making him unravel.
“Christ, Jos. That was…”
“I know.” My chest rises and falls as I try to catch my breath. “You’re good at phone sex.”
Closing my eyes, I imagine his smile—not cocky, not conceited, but content. For a moment, there’s only heavy breathing coming through the phone.
“This was my first time,” he says.
And just as my heart rate was starting to go down, it skyrockets once again. His first time? Theo’s smile may not be cocky, but mine sure as hell is. I like being one of his firsts, especially since he probably doesn’t have many left.
“Well, wow,” I finally stammer out. “Color me impressed, Walker.”
“Eh, no need to be impressed. I just know what I want.”
My heart skips a beat. “Me?”
“Always you, baby. I’m?—”
He’s cut off by loud, muffled voices and intense banging. “Shit, Jos. I’ve got to go. Call you later, yeah? Love you, angel.”
“Mm-hmm. Love you, too.”
My news will have to wait.
TWENTY-NINE
THEO
Each dayin Zandvoort without Josie seems to be just a little longer than the last, and my anticipation reaches new heights as I near my return date to London. Knowing it was justonerace weekend of many is all that kept me sane. Especially with Avery lurking about, making offhand remarks about my “subpar” performance.Fucker.
Josie appears on my doorstep ten minutes after I’m back from the airport. An all-encompassing sense of lightness floods through me as I hold her—it’s a rejuvenating shot of adrenaline straight to my heart and head. Our lips connect, savoring and exploring as if the four days apart were four years.God, I fucking missed her.One Grand Prix without her was one Grand Prix too many. She leans back and briefly nestles her cheek against my chest.
“Hi, angel,” I murmur into her hair. “Missed you.”
Josie smiles up at me. “How much?”
I take the clip out of her hair, running my hands through her blonde locks. “I lost a game ofHalobecause I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
