Page 6 of Now You See Me
“That was your dare. But I kept my socks on. It’s October. If my feet get cold, that’s all I can think about, and I’d rather be thinking of other things right now.”
“Definitely keep the socks on,” he says, chuckling. “Your turn.”
“I think it’s only fair to ask you the same question.”
“Then ask it,” he says.
“I just did.”
“I didn’t hear a question. And I want to. I want to hear the sexy words in your soft voice. Ask the question, Elise.”
A shiver ripples through me, and it has nothing to do with being cold. It’s not his turn, yet he’s essentially daring me to talk dirty to him.
Unspoken dare accepted. “When was the last time you stroked your cock until you came?”
His groan fills my bedroom. “Jesus, that’s hot.”
Feminine confidence I haven’t felt in a decade blooms inside me. “Andthatwasn’t an answer.”
His perfectly masculine chuckle sends sparks skittering through my body. “It was this morning.”
“Taking care of the morning wood?” I ask, even though my turn is over.
“The morning wood from dreaming about you. Then again in the shower, because I was still hard from thinking about you.”
“I know I’ve been celibate a long time, but I’ve never been with a guy who can get the job done twice before breakfast.”
“You were with the wrong guys.”
And now I’m with the right one.
“We’re done playing the question game,” he says in a low, rough tone.
“We are?”
“Yes. I have a thousand questions I could and will ask, but not right now. I’ve been imagining how you feel and the way you taste for close to half a year. So we’re going to play the happy ending game.”
“Is that what I think it is?” My voice sounds like a phone-sex operator. No surprise, since I’m a puddle of turned-on neediness.
“If you think it’s you touching yourself until you come, then yes. And I’m going to enjoy every sexy word, breath, and sound you make.”
Holy hell. Unless I fake a bad connection and hang up, this is happening. “I want you to have a happy ending, too.”
“You want to hear me grunting and groaning your name while I fuck my fist?”
“God, yes.” I slide my hand between my legs, biting my bottom lip when the need to come flares beneath my touch. “If you’re not naked already, get naked.”
Rustling fabric and a distinctive metallic zip accompanies his throaty chuckle. “Done. My turn to tell you what to do, sweetheart. Hand between your legs, where my tongue and cock should be. Tell me what you’re doing. Every detail.”
“I’m rubbing my clit with two fingers,” I say, tipping my hips up as the orgasm begins to build. “Hard and fast—God, I can feel it starting.”
“Not yet, baby. Not yet.” The sound of slick slapping and masculine breathing drifts through the speaker, filling my head as if he were here with me. “Lick your fingers. Tell me how wet you are, what your pussy tastes like.”
My body cries at its loss as I stop just shy of crashing over the edge. I lick up and down my fingers, humming as I suck them into my mouth. “Tangy, so wet for your cock,” I say, licking my lips as I slip my hand between my legs again. I’m more sensitive now, and moan aloud the instant I touch my clit. “I need to come,” I pant, rubbing faster, harder. “Roan, I can’t wait… have to…oh God,yes…”
His deep moan joins mine, then tapers off to a husky chuckle. “Fuck, woman. Holy shit—so hot.”
Heat flushes through me as I pull the blankets over me. “You, too. We should do that again.”
