“You sure? Because you seemed… tense.”
Tense. That’s definitely one word for what I was.
“I’m sure.”
I squeeze myself through the fabric, biting back a groan. This is insane. She’s on the phone, talking about whether I was comfortable, and I’m sitting here in the dark getting hard at the sound of her voice.
What would it feel like if it was her hand?
The thought ambushes me, vivid and visceral. Her soft, delicate fingers wrapping around me instead of my own. Those blue eyes looking up at me, curious and wanting, as she strokes me slowly. Her palm sliding along my length, learning the shape of me, driving me out of my mind.
I press harder. My breath catches.
“Banks? You still there?”
“Yeah.” The word comes out strangled. “I’m here.”
“You okay? You sound weird.”
“I’m fine. Just tired.”
“Oh. Right. Sorry, I’m keeping you up.” She sounds embarrassed. “I should go. Let you sleep.”
“Yeah.” I need her off this phone. I need to notbe hearing her voice while my hand is shoved down my pants and my dick is throbbing like it has its own heartbeat. “I should—yeah. Early practice.”
“Okay. Well… goodnight. Again.”
“Goodnight.”
I hang up before she can say anything else.
For a long moment, I just sit there. Phone in one hand. The other still pressed against myself, hot and hard and aching.
I should stop. This is wrong. She set boundaries. I agreed to them. Getting off while thinking about her is… a violation of something. Trust, maybe.
But I can’t stop seeing her. Feeling her. The ghost of her touch on my jaw, the weight of her on my lap, the way she called “tough guy” in that soft, teasing voice of hers.
I pull my hand out of my pants and force myself to breathe.
Cold shower. That’s what I need. Ice-cold water until my body remembers how to behave.
I push off the couch and head for the bathroom, stripping off my shirt as I go. My reflection in the mirror stops me—split lip, bruised jaw, eyes that look hollow and hungry at the same time.
What the hell am I doing?
I turn on the shower and step under the spray before it has a chance to warm up. The cold hits me like a slap, shocking the heat out of my blood, forcing my body back under control.
But even as the water pounds down on me, I can still feel her fingers on my face.
Still hear her voice in my ear.
Goodnight, tough guy.
I press my forehead against the tile and close my eyes.
I’m in so much trouble.
Chapter Fifteen
