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“What if I’m bad?” I whisper.
“Bad?” he asks. “What do….”
He trails off when it hits him.
Bad in bed, I imagine him finishing.
“There’s no such thing as bad with us,” he says passionately. “This isn’t a performance. This isn’t about you proving anything. This is about us giving into our desires. Once you’re naked, once my rock-hard manhood is slipping between your thick gorgeous legs, you won’t be thinking about good or bad, just….”
“Us,” I whisper, softly stroking my clit.
“Yes,” he says firmly. “Just us. But now I need you to do something for me, Hallie.”
“Yes?”
“Don’t let yourself get carried away. I don’t want you to cream until it’s time.”
“Really?”
“Yes,” he snaps, his voice flooded with possessive force. “It’s different from the last time I asked. Keep your tight virgin pussy nice and warm for me, but don’t let it all go yet.”
I slow the movement of my hand, twitching slightly, my legs shivering. It’s like my body is telling me to keep going, rub harder, not to stop, never to stop.
“Where are you?” I ask when I hear a car horn in the background.
It sounds much closer than it should, considering he has a penthouse apartment.
“I’m driving,” he says fiercely.
“Where?” I ask, sitting up.
I assumed he was at home. Even if he didn’t want to stroke himself – to waste his seed – I assumed it would be more dirty talk, like before.
Dirty talk is sort of our thing, though it’s not by choice.
“Where do you think?” he says. “I know it’s wrong. I know I should stop. But I can’t fight it, Hallie. I’m taking you somewhere we can be alone.”
I try to keep my breathing under control, my hand slowly stroking between my legs, but I can’t stop thinking about it, the sex, the fact it could be happening so freaking soon.
“Are you sure?” I whisper.
“No,” he growls. “In fact, I know it’s wrong. I know we should wait, but Hallie….”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“I mean it when I say I can’t resist you. I mean it when I say you’re mine, mine alone, always mine. And maybe a better man would wait until the month is out. Maybe he’d be strong, but I can’t, not with you, Hallie. You’re everything to me, everything I need. Our future and your young, curvy body will take us there…”
I giggle, but there are tears in my eyes.
“You make me sound like a fairground ride.”
He chuckles, with an edge to it, husky. “If that’s the case, there’s only one ticket holder, Hallie. Me. Only me.”
“I don’t want anybody else,” I whisper.
“You need to think about that,” he says sternly. “When I say nobody gets to touch you, I mean ever. I mean, you literally belong to me. I mean that if another man tried to take you from me, I’m not sure what I’d do. But it would be bad. I’d lose control.”
My body heats up at his words, clit tingling even fiercer, my core sore and screaming out for him.
Even as my mind clashes, telling me this isn’t going to work, telling me we have to stop.
What if the moment comes and we’re going to have sex…and then I start thinking about dad, busy working away on the West Coast, trying to help people? What then?
“You can tell me to stop,” he says gruffly.
“Would you?” I murmur.
“If I believed you really wanted me to,” he says. “But I can hear the desire in your voice, Hallie. I can hear it in every little moan.”
“I want it,” I whisper. “Us. Everything. I want it badly.”
“Good,” he says. “Because I’m going to be there soon.”
“Should I get ready?”
When he next speaks, I can hear a smirk in his voice. “I thought that’s what you were doing.”
I smile as my fingers stroke over my heat and listen to his voice, but then I pause my hand.
“If we’re breaking our phone-only rule,” I say softly, “I want to wait for the real thing.”
“Dirty talk isn’t the same, is it?” he replies. “Don’t get me wrong. You’re driving me crazy right now, just from the way you’re breathing down the phone. But nothing compares to that first night when you were biting me. I could feel how badly you wanted it. As hungrily as I did.”
I nod, sitting up as my pussy tingles and my clit burns for more.
“I’m going to get changed,” I say. “Should I….”
“What?” he prompts when residual nervousness makes me stop.
Think of dad, I tell myself. Do the right thing.
“Wear something…sexy?” I push the word out.
Despite the closeness we’ve shared, the promises we’ve made, part of me still expects laughter. I even wonder if he’s going to hang up the phone.
But then he lets out a long breath, and I can hear the desire in it. He’s husky, breaths tremoring as though he’s barely holding himself back.
