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“So I’m making you get drunk.”
“No, no, of course not. It’s my choice.”
“Well, this is mine.” His exhalation rushed over the line and her stomach knotted.
Oh God. He was going to tell her to get lost. That she’d been privy to enough of his soul, thank you very much, and it was time for her to go back to her ordinary, boring, flat world. The one without such devastating lows but no highs either.
She didn’t know what she’d said but it must’ve been a doozy.
“I’m not really sure how to do this. It’s awkward and weird but after seeing you yesterday, after what happened here and then this afternoon when you came by my shop, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. Or you. And I’m not stupid enough to think I can go for the real deal yet but maybe this would work. If you’re into it. Are you?”
She frowned, probably hard enough to permanently weld lines into her face. He was gr
eat at communicating so the reason she had no clue what he was saying probably had to do with her. It was the wine. Or maybe she just wasn’t deep enough for a guy like him. Water seeking its own level and all that.
“I’m sorry but I’m not sure what you’re asking me,” she said, replaying what he’d said just the same.
All at once she got it. Sort of.
Was she into it? Hell yeah. She was into pretty much anything when it came to him, as scary as that was to realize.
A smile bloomed across her face just before he blurted, “Have you ever had phone sex?”
Chapter Six
Dani,
It’s funny how time marches on. The months flip by on the calendar and the sunshine shifts to leaves falling to snow. Missing you is my reality, but I know you’re starting to move on. I can’t keep the feeling alive inside me forever, even if I were to just sit inside these four walls and remember. Soaking myself in the memories is starting to lose its power. Part of me aches to move on too, as much as I hate it. Which side of me will win? The one who can’t stand to remember losing you or the one who refuses to forget?
~ Sam
Now he’d done it. She’d likely peg him as a weirdo, some guy who wrote pedantic love letters and passed them out to unsuspecting females to try to get their panties off. Something he’d failed at miserably when he’d had his chance. Yeah, she’d been fine with the idea of sex yesterday but that hadn’t been via phone. And he hadn’t exactly hit that ball out of the park either.
He wasn’t a good bet for any sort of sex, in person or otherwise. But he wanted her and he wasn’t about to sit here and pretend he didn’t. Not with a hard-on she’d created just from the sexy slurred tone of her voice and memories of her slick sex squeezing his fingers as she came and came.
“No to phone sex. I’ve sexted before though. Given the occasional boob flash over Skype.”
Sam looked longingly at his ancient computer. “I don’t have a webcam.”
“Too bad.” She sounded genuinely disappointed, enough that he laughed. “You could always just, you know, come over. I don’t live too far. And my kitty won’t do anything but purr around you.”
His mind shot straight into the gutter, probably because he knew her kitty had definitely responded positively to his touch the day before.
“You’re thinking something dirty, aren’t you?” she asked as the silence lengthened.
“Busted.”
“So share. It’s no fair to keep perverted thoughts all to yourself.”
Her voice had already dropped, turning warm and silky like rich hot chocolate. His cock twitched but he felt asinine reaching for his zipper this soon. Get it together. He sat on his free hand and clasped the phone tighter with his other. “I was thinking about your kitty. Yours personally. Not like a cat or anything.”
“Oh, good.” She giggled and he heard a rustling sound as if she’d dropped the phone. “I like kinky but that’s a bit too strange even for me.”
The perfect opening. Thank you, God. “What kind of kinky do you like?”
He figured his voice probably sounded scratchy and overeager. Extreme horniness, sensual deprivation and nerves tended to do that to a person. But she didn’t laugh. Instead she made a long humming noise as if she were carefully considering his question.
“Honestly, the only thing I don’t like that I’ve tried so far is spanking.”
