Page 121 of Wicked Angel
“I wouldn’t call them green lights. You said a ton of shit you’d never said to me before, drunk or sober. Taking that as a green light when you could barely stand is called assault. Which is why I did the second thing.”
“You’re telling me you went home and jerked off after you tucked me into bed?”
“Yes.”
“But you’re a rock star.”
I sighed inaudibly. “So I can’t fantasize about you?”
“No.”
“You have some seriously warped self-opinion, sweetheart.”
“Tell me one thing that was a turn on about me that night,” she demanded, “instead of being pathetic.”
“Your eyes.”
“What about my eyes?”
“The way you looked at me. You have this way of looking at me like you’re hypnotized. And hungry. But only if I catch you looking when you think I don’t notice. You did it openly that night. And I promise you, it was really, really hard not to kiss you back when you kissed me.”
“I kissed you!?” She sounded mortified. Or something. Shocked? I wasn’t sure.
“Just a little soft kiss on the lips when we said good night.”
“Oh my God.” I could practically hear her cringing through the phone.
“Also, your breasts were pretty amazing,” I added casually.
“You’ve never seen them,” she said, sounding unsure. “Unless you’ve been spying on me through that window.”
“You wore a lace bra that night. It was see through. And little panties.” She groaned a little. “I can picture it, anytime.”
“Like right now?” she whispered.
“Yeah. Right now. But… I could also enjoy a new picture.”
I could. This conversation and the memories of that night had my cock standing on end. A little more, whatever she might show me… I wasn’t gonna say no to that.
“You want to see me?”
“Yes.”
“You… you want me?” She sounded breathless and shy again, uncertain.
“Yes.”
“Show me.”
I swallowed. She really didn’t believe that I wanted her? That she turned me on?
“You want me to come to the window?”Or come over there?
“No. Just… send me a pic?”
“Really? You want that?”
“Yes.”
