Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
“Y-yes,” I whimper, my body alive at the closeness of his voice.
I know that’s obvious.
No crap, my body’s alive.
But I haven’t felt this way since dad left for the West Coast. Even if I know we were doing the right thing by trying to stay apart, every day has been more painful than the last.
My heart and my body call out to Hayden in equal measure, demanding I get close to him, be with him.
“Good,” he growls. “I need to hear you finish for me.”
I moan, tenderly stroking my fingers over my clit.
Everything feels so sensitive, my lips burning, my clit oh-so ready after days of waiting and wondering if he’s going to reach out.
I could’ve reached out to him, but guilt stopped me.
Clearly, whatever’s happening here, it’s not enough to turn me into a suddenly confident dating queen.
But now, with the phone between us, I can hear how badly he wants it. He’s breathing heavily, deeper each moment.
“Are you….”
“What?” he says, and I can hear the smirk in his voice.
“Doing anything?” I whisper, forcing the word out.
“Do you want me to?” he growls.
“Yes,” I say, my voice even lower, having to push the words past the aching feeling between my legs, the heat, the longing, the desperate need for him to be here, his body pushed up against mine, his hand between my legs like before.
All the times I’ve lain in this exact spot in bed, dreaming about Hayden, imagining him wanting me.
And now he does.
I’m freaking out, completely losing it as my hand strokes quicker and quicker up and down my little bud. I feel unhinged, like I can’t stop, my clit sending shivering signals through my body.
It’s so much sweeter than doing this alone, knowing Hayden’s taking pleasure from my moans. I can hear that note in his voice like he’d devour me if he were here, like he really is my alpha beast, my man, my savage protector.
Or is that all just in my head?
“If you want it,” he says firmly. “Tell me, Hallie, you horny young thing. Tell me exactly what you want.”
I pause, and he goes on ruthlessly. “Because here’s what I want. Need. I need you to rub that soaked slit even quicker for me. And I need you to close your eyes. Can you do that for me, Hallie?”
I do as he says, then moan in the affirmative.
He doesn’t need me to speak. He knows what I’m saying.
I get the sense it’s the same way our bodies are able to communicate, desperate for each other, sending endless signals.
We were made for each other…of course, our bodies feel the same.
But then I have to caution myself to slow down.
“Imagine I’m walking over to you right now. I’m so ready to take you. I’m rock-hard, Hallie. I have been ever since I left you, every time you’ve popped into my head. I want you to feel me, feel my hand between your legs. But I’m stroking your naked pussy this time, with no underwear in the way or clothes at all. Just your sweet tight wet pussy.”
“Yes, yes,” I whimper, envisioning him doing it, the fantasy all the more vivid because we’ve actually been intimate.
“What do you want, then?” he growls.
“I want….”
My voice trails off as my hand pauses. I know what I want to ask him to do, but the words stick in my throat as if instinctually I think he’s going to laugh at me, mock me, even if I know he wouldn’t.
Hayden might not envision the same future I do and may not feel the same closeness, but he’s not a bad person.
“Say it, Hallie,” he demands gruffly. “Now.”
“I want you to touch yourself,” I say, somehow pushing the words out.
“Good,” he snarls. “But be specific. I want to hear it in your perfect voice.”
Licking my lips, I prepare myself to speak the words.
My whole body is beating in time with my frantic heart. I know we shouldn’t be doing this or even thinking about doing this.
But I also know we can’t stop.
“Get your cock out for me. Stroke it, Hayden, please. Stroke it for me. I love thinking about how hard you are.”
And all for me, I almost add, but something holds me back.
But then it’s like my man reads my mind.
“For you,” he growls. “I’m fucking solid. I’m stroking my dick right now, Hallie. For you.”
“What does it…look…like?”
I’ve started stroking myself again, caressing my folds, feeling the flaring pleasure, the clashing as I remind myself over and over again. On the other side of the phone, Hayden’s huge hand is holding his dick, squeezing the hardness for me. I push away the other concern, the fact I’d have no clue what to do with it if I was there.
Or maybe that’s not fair. Lila once told me that sex is not rocket science. And we’ve clearly got chemistry.