Page 52 of The Upside of Falling
“And the problem with that would be . . .”
He groans and before I know it, I hear beeping and see his FaceTime request. Thankfully after the gym, I was able to take a shower, do my hair and makeup and look somewhat presentable for my massage clients. I might be a little tired, but at least I look good for my man.
I accept his call and I’m immediately given the most gorgeous view I’ve ever seen. Colby has his hand behind his head, propping himself up on his pillow, the short strands of his hair are disheveled, like he’s been playing with it all day, and his impressive chest is bare, strong, and carved. The phone is pointed so I can only see his pecs and face, which is handsome as ever with the perfect smile caressing his lips.
I settle on my bed, lying on my stomach, letting my hair fall past my shoulders, giving him a little bit of a cleavage shot because, why not? “Mmm, you look good.”
His eyes narrow when he catches my position, what I’m trying to do. “Playing with fire, Rory.”
“Whatever do you mean?” I ask, adjusting on the bed, the V of my shirt moving farther down, my breasts on full display.
“Is that why you wanted to FaceTime me, to torture me?”
“Just giving you a view, that’s all.”By the look on his face, I think he’s enjoying the view.
He takes a second before he says anything, his gaze on mine, his hand playing with the strands of his hair. “You’re fucking fine, you know that?”
My stomach takes flight, the hairs on my arms straighten, and my heart rate picks up from his compliment. “I could say the same about you.” I point at the camera. “Move the angle down a bit, I want to see what kind of stomach we’re working with here. Beer belly or six-pack.”
He scoffs and moves the camera down. The sheets of his bed run along the waistband of his boxer briefs making me wish it were my fingers instead. And then there is the V chiseled into his side, flanking his more-than impressive six-pack—rigid and carved, a washboard effect—beggingfor my tongue to be dragged over it.
“Mmm,” I moan. “Just keep the camera there for this entire conversation.”
Not listening to me, he brings it back to his face, a knowing smirk on his lips. “I showed you mine, now you show me yours.”
I raise my eyebrows in surprise. “Oh, is that how this is going to work?”
“Take it off, Rory.” His voice so deep, so . . .alpha, that I strip off my shirt in no time at all only to lie back on my bed in my red lace bra, the padded cups making my breasts spill out at the top.I’m sure I just heard him mumble, “Fuck,” and even that starts to turn me on.
Positioning the phone so he can only see my head and neck, I ask, “Are you sure you want to see this? My abs will put yours to shame.” It’s a lie. He makes my stomach look like a pile of mush.
“Show me.”
I shrug. “I warned you.” I angle my phone, working it very slowly over my breasts, a groan escaping Colby as I move past the red lace bra to my stomach that’s flat from all my workouts . . . but six-pack abs? Yeah, no. I like pancakes too much.
When I bring the phone back to my face, I watch him drag his hand over his face, pain in his features. “That was fucking torture.”
“You asked for it.”
Peeking past his hand, he asks, “Do you always wear sexy shit like that?”
“If you’re referring to my bra, the answer is yes. I actually only have red undergarments.”
He looks so pained that it makes me laugh. “Fucking red. That color haunts my dreams.”
“Why?”
“Red lipstick. The night of bowling you wore some. The red lips on my letters. It’s been etched into my brain. I’ve had dreams of that red lipstick dragging over my cock, perfect and plump, your lips sucking me into your mouth.”
Oh hello, dirty-talking Colby.
A wave of heat rolls over me, a light thrum thumping between my thighs.
“You’ve thought of that?”
“From the second I first met you and got a close look at your lips.”
I tangle one of my fingers in my hair, moving my body against the sheets of my bed, wishing I wasn’t wearing pants right now. “That’s really hot.”
