Page 182 of Summer Heat
She nodded, her fingers knotting in the silk nightgown. “And suck.”
“Goddamn, woman. You’re not shy. Tell me more.”
That was all she needed. He fortified her, pushing her past steamy to audacious and adventurous. “And hum. My lips vibrate around you. My tongue caresses you. You feel it?”
“Hell, yes, I do. What I wouldn’t give to flip you around, with your mouth still tight on me, and love that sweetness of yours.” The breath fled from her lungs as he painted a carnal picture. “I’d hold your hips in place, press you to my mouth, and drive you crazy.”
Nic’s fingers toyed with the top of her underwear, sliding back and forth over the elastic band. Damp heat teased between her legs. From a thousand miles away, Cash aroused her. She needed him to continue, needed him to voice every amorous thought. “Tell me more. Tell me everything.”
“About how I’d make you scream my name?”
She nodded, and her fingers slipped under the fabric. “Uh-huh.”
“Are you touching yourself, Nic?”
She nodded, moaning her answer.
“Good, sweet girl. You’re wet for me. Aching.”
“Hm-hmm.”
“I’d hold you close, hold you open. Suck your perfect clit until I felt you tremble. Shudder and shake. Then one finger. Two fingers. In and out.”
She could feel him. Her hands. His words. Their actions. Turned on and bolder by the second, Nicola continued. “My hands would wrap around you, sliding in time with my mouth.”
He groaned. “Fuck yes. Tell me how good we are together.”
“The best.”
“Tell me what you need.”
“God, Cash. You. I need you.”
“Come with me, sweet girl.”
She moaned into the phone. Her fingers worked magic like they were his. Her core throbbed. Her defenses were gone. The build unraveled in a powerful riptide. She could hear him, feel him. The strength and the arousal. Their desire. Her body craving his, sensations exploding.
Cash whispered her name into the phone. Ripples of satisfaction slammed through her. They were in concert. Climaxing, wrapped together as one, thousands of miles apart. She loved what he did to her with words, with trust. She loved him more than she could ever explain.
Their breaths pounded and started their sated descent, entwined through a cell phone signal. Knowing Cash held the phone to his ear felt like a lullaby, soothing her into sweet dreams.
“Nicola?”
“Hmm?”
“You’re still awake? Thought I lost you.”
“You’re never going to lose me.”
“I have to tell you something.” Cash sighed. She waited. “I… I need you with me. Here with me. Come home to me.”
She nodded, sleep and contentment dragging her. “I will.”
In the room adjoining hers, the door opened and closed, jolting her back to real life. The job. David the Butler. “Cash?”
“Yeah, babe.”
“Got a second for work?”
