Page 116 of The Catch

"I guess winningexcitesyou, huh?"

I smirk, even if she can't see it. "Yeah, we can say that."

"I want you too, Saint."

I don't move. She thinks I was talking about sex. That I meant it as a seduction. I'm too flirty to assume anything else, and my fame still precedes me. She has good reason to come to that conclusion.

"Right here, next to me in bed," she adds in a whisper.

Fuck me all over again. Not that she's wrong. I want her that way, too. All the time. The way my cock is already responding to her suggestion is proof enough.

In the face of not knowing what to do to show her what I mean in love, I go for what I know the best.

"Yeah?" My voice has gone deeper. "Ready to sleep, or…"

"Or." She takes a deep breath. "Have I told you how amazing you look in that tight football uniform? And those clothes you wear…"

"What about when I'm not wearing any clothes? Do you like that, too?"

"Always. I think I like you always."

My heart stops.

"Fuck." I close my eyes and rub my face. "When I met you, you came to dinner in jeans and a loose white blouse. I've never seen anything sexier. You made it sexy. The look you gave me— I've never forgotten."

"And when I'm wearing no clothes?"

I shift forward on the couch until my head rests on the edge of the back cushion. My cock finds room in the tight confines of my pants, but I ignore it. I keep my hand away and fist my water bottle instead.

"You naked on my bed is my favorite sight," I rasp.

She moans. I squeeze the bottle in my hand, begging the cold to keep me in control. Where's another breeze when you need one?

I lick my bottom lip. "You have no idea the sight you are. All those indulgent curves, all that flesh I can touch and make mine. Decadent and fucking plump. Melting into my sheets. I want to get lost in your body. Over and over again."

"Gael…"

"Touch yourself like I would. You know how I would touch you, Amelia. Caress your skin, explore the dips and hills. Give me those sounds again."

"I want it to be you."

"I'll do it again. Again and again for as long as you let me."

"Gael—"

"Get the vibe. Yours. So you can imagine I'm inside you and playing with your clit at the same time."

"I'm already close, just with my fingers."

"Let it be the vibe. Please. So I can control it from my phone. Let it be me. I need it to be me. Please."

For a little while, all I can hear is her fast breathing, a few escaped sounds from her throat, and my own blood rushing in my ears. Precum builds and if I move even a little, it will leak into my underwear.

I keep myself still, except for my hand. The bottle was cold enough to create condensation on the plastic, wetting my hand. I slide my palm under the bottom of my shirt, up my abs and to my chest. The cold air chills the watery path. It doesn't help as much as I thought it would.

She moans. The water might as well have been lava.

"Are you pressing it into your clit, Ames? Did you push it inside?"