Page 103 of Offside

I dropped my gaze. His Sidewinders T-shirt, a soft one I’d borrowed weeks ago and never returned. I hadn’t done it on purpose. Okay, I had absolutely done it on purpose. Stealing his clothes was my favorite hobby.

“That’s mine,” he said.

“Is it.”

“Take it off.”

I reached for the hem. “You first.”

He watched me for one beat, then reached behind his collar and tugged his shirt off over his head. I inhaled. His chest was bare and I thought, not for the first time, that it was unfair how he looked. I wanted to put my hands on him, trace the lines of his chest, follow them with my mouth.

“Your turn,” he said.

I pulled the shirt over my head and dropped it beside me and watched his face.

“Gud,” he breathed. “Du är perfekt.”

“What does⁠—”

“Later.” His voice had gone rough at the edges. “Touch yourself for me. The way I would.”

I exhaled. “Ryan⁠—”

“I know exactly what you need.” He watched me steadily. “I’ve been thinking about it for days. Tell me you haven’t been thinking about it.”

I hadn’t thought about much else. I lay back, phone propped against a pillow, and slid my hand beneath the waistband of my underwear.

“Tell me what you feel,” he said.

“Warm.” I exhaled. “I’ve been thinking about your hands.”

“Good.” His voice dropped further. “Slide your fingers through that beautiful pussy. Don’t rush it. I want to hear.”

I did. The sound I made was involuntary and his jaw tightened on the screen.

“That wet already,” he said. Not a question.

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” He watched me, his own breathing audible now, deliberate. “Circle your clit. Slow. The way I do it when I’m taking my time with you.”

I found the rhythm and my hips lifted off the mattress and he exhaled hard.

“There,” he said. “Stay there. Don’t speed up.”

“Ryan—”

“I know.” His voice was rough and certain. “I know exactly where you are. Keep going.”

“Tell me—” I lost the sentence. Found it again. “Tell me what you’d do to me if you were here.”

“I’d have you exactly like this,” he said. “On your back. Watching your face. Except my mouth would be on you first—slow, until you were begging—and then I’d work two fingers inside you while my thumb stayed on your clit and I’d find the spot that makes you grab the sheets and I’d stay there.”

I clenched around nothing and made a sound I wasn’t managing anymore.

His breath came out uneven. “I know exactly what you feel like when you’re close.” His voice dropped to something raw. “When I get back I’m going to take you apart so slowly you won’t remember your own name. I’m going to put my mouth on every part of you. I’m going to make you come until you tell me you can’t and then I’m going to find out if that’s true.”

“Ryan.” Barely above a whisper.