"What are you doing, Tessa?"
An image of her lying in bed resurfaces, her legs sprawled, her hands on her pussy, her mouth now open in an O shape thanks to her surprise. My dick grows harder underneath the strain of denim, and I exhale the gnawing frustration that comes with it. The next words pour out of me as if I have no control—like I'm outside my body.
Is this what she does to me?
"Answer me, Tess."
"I, uh… " She struggles to hide the truth, which only makes my cock twitch.I was right.
"Fucking hell," I breathe before she can make something up. My hand finds the back of my neck, massaging away the tension there as the pull to go to her increases. I blow out a heavy breath, knowing what I need to do. Whatsheneeds to do.
"Lock your door."
"What?" she asks quickly, clearly surprised.
I inhale again. "I said… lock your door."
"Wha—why?" she stutters, but the faint creak of the bed tells me she's obeying, and the thought only turns me on more—makingthismore necessary.
"Just do it," I beg. "Please."
The line goes silent, a light click rattling off the walls within seconds. And knowing I can't run to her eases something in me I've never needed help calming before. "Done," she says timidly.
"Good."
I pull the phone away from my ear, palming myself with my free hand, still fighting one internal battle.Do I hang up now or force her to paint me a goddamn picture?
This isn't me. I've spent more than a decade dodging temptation like this.
But that's the problem.
Nothing before has ever been likethis.
Attraction? Of course.
Desire? Sure.
But need? Never. Not this raw.
Another beat of time passes before I hear my name pour weakly from the receiver.
"Liam…" I bring the phone back to my ear after another heavy silence settles. "Why did I have to—"
"I'm home, Tessa."
A quick breath in is all she offers.
"I'm in my bedroom."
I hear her swallow—her only answer.
"Just tell me," I growl, needing to know. My chest heaves as I drop my gaze to the floor, my body begging for release—begging forher. "Were you thinking of me?"
My eyes fall closed as I wait for her answer, holding on to every passing breath.
It's not lost on me that she hasn't tried to end the call, and the thought alone tempts me to test that lock.
But I can't.
