Page 105 of First-Time Caller
“I think you need better fantasies.”
I lean forward and catch her mouth with mine again. I suck on her bottom lip, let my teeth nip at it. I like that she was thinking about me in her bed because I was doing the exact same thing three blocks away. I brush another kiss to her mouth and let my hands slip over the curve of her ass. “Did you think about me there? With you?”
She nods, a hitch in her breath. “I did,” she confesses in a whisper. I make a wounded sound and my knee slips between her thighs. The metal shelf behind her rattles. “You were wearing bunny-printed footie pajamas,” she finishes with a breathless laugh.
“I think you need better fantasies,” I echo with a grin.
“I don’t know. It seemed to work out for me just fine.”
She tilts her head so I can reach the spot behind her ear that makes her shiver. I try to shift our bodies so I’m not holding her caged against the shelf, but I only manage to tuck us tighter together. My thigh urges her legs farther apart, more of her weight resting against me, and she moans lightly.
We’re zero to six thousand in this tiny room. I only wanted to talk to her without someone inserting themselves between us, but now we’re rocking together against the metal shelf, my mouth busy sucking bruises against her skin.
“I wondered—” She presses out a sweet sigh and rocks her hips against my thigh, an unconscious motion, an afterthought, chasing the friction. She stops herself with two fists in the back of my shirt.
“No one told you to stop.” I grip her ass and help her move again, a slow, thorough grind against my leg. She shudders in my arms. “Keep talking,” I growl. “Tell me.”
“I wondered how you might touch me. If you were there,” she whispers. In the dark, I can only make out shapes and curves. The smell of her shampoo and the sound of her heavy breathing. “I don’t know. I’m—I’m probably saying too much.”
I shake my head and lick my way back into her mouth, a reward for her honesty.
“It’s not too much. I was thinking about you too.”
“Yeah?”
I nod.
After our phone call, I lay in bed and watched the streetlights dance across my ceiling, dragging my hands through my hair and imagining her in that damned T-shirt with those damned shorts. My brain found all sorts of creative interpretations.
She rocks against my thigh again, her hands slipping up the back of my shirt, palms pressed tight to my skin. “What would you have done,” she asks quietly, “if you had been in my bed?”
Weeks of suppressed thoughts and feelings spin out in a kaleidoscope of ideas, picking up speed with every little sound she makes. If I had been in her bed, we would probably still be there. I drop my face into her neck and squeeze her hips. “You’re trouble.”
She laughs. “That good, huh?”
“Something like that.”
“I don’t think anyone has accused me of beingtroublebefore,” she muses lightly, still working her body against mine.
“Must be just for me, then.”
“I like that. I like that it’s just for you.” She grips my shoulders and rocks harder, a moan caught in the back of her throat. I wish there were lights in here. I want to see what Lucie looks like when she’s chasing her own pleasure. It’s probably the most selfish she’s ever been. I’m so hard in my jeans it hurts.
“I’m—” She laughs a little bit, breathless and winded. “I’m havingso muchfun right now.”
I brush my lips against the tip of her ear. “Do you think I could make you come like this?”
Her hips stutter and jump, then grind harder. “To be fair, I think I’m doing most of the work.”
I slip my hand beneath her sweater, my thumb tracing the soft skin of her belly. I rest my hand beneath her breasts, waiting, the backs of my fingers barely grazing the material of her bra.
“That’s rude of me.”
She exhales slowly. “It really is.”
I let my thumb trace the heavy curve of her breast. Her skin is sowarm. “I should probably help.”
“Yes, please,” she sighs. I tug at the cup of her bra until it’s tucked under the swell of her breast and curl my hand around her. Her nipple is tight and hard against my palm and I rumble out a groan. Every part of her feels good.
