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“God, I hope so.” I’ve had far too many dreams thinking about him kissing me. It’s what led me to do this tonight.

“Think about the way their lips feel on yours, Allie. The way he’s looking into those gorgeous eyes of yours, as if he was right there with you.”

It’s stupid that I like the way he says my name, but right now it’s all I want to hear.

“What might you do if his hand slips up your shirt? Are your nipples hard?”

My hand follows his words up to my chest, and my back arches. God, I might not even get to the end of this without falling apart. They’re peaked and I can’t help but imagine his mouth on them, sucking and licking one while pinching the other. Probably because he is explicitly detailing that next to my ear. Telling me they would be perfectly wet from sucking.

“Spread your legs just a little and feel around inside. I’ll bet it’s wet,” he says cockily, but also with a sex god timbre I will revisit at a later date. “I’ve thought about how wet you were that night. God, Allie, you were dripping by the time I got inside you.”

I don’t know if he realizes it or not, but he’s doing things to me he really shouldn’t, and what’s worse is that I just don’t care when he makes my breath hitch with words alone.

“Take your finger and imagine he’s feeling you from the inside, stroking inside of you while he kisses down your body, licking and nipping your skin. Tasting and savoring every inch.”

It’s like I manifest the weight of his body over mine while he says these things to me. The heat of his touch burns every inch just from need. I’m nervous but relaxed. On fire and slowly falling apart.

“Remember the thing I did with my thumb when you were in my lap?”

Every time he brings that night up right now, my thighs clench. “Yeah.”

“Put that toy right where I did that, Allie.”

My mind doesn’t have time to catch up with my body when there’s an electric buzz hitting me with a force that shoots my eyes open and sends my senses into overdrive. My mouth falls open with his name on my tongue.

“Just like that, Allie. Keep going. Don’t stop. Hold it right there. Do you want to know something, Allie?”

He can’t hear me, but I’m pretty sure I’ve said his name too many times now. I’ve begged him for more and said some things I will take to my grave. I’ll let the shame wash over me another day because imagining Lucas Kennedy whispering in my ear while he makes love to me sounds divine right now.

“I can’t stop thinking about you. How damn bad I want you in every way possible. I want to come over and watch you before treating your body the way it should be. I want to be by your side and never leave you.”

I choke on air, but his voice keeps me pinned down to the spot while shocks of energy zing through my legs and tummy.

“Lucas…” I want his words to be real. To be true. I want Lucas Kennedy in every sense.

“God, Allie, I want to just be inside you and stay there. You have no idea how bad I want you. To touch you and hold you. Fuck, I wish I had been there with you all this time.”

There’s a moment where his voice drowns out under moans loud enough to wake the neighbors, but I don’t care. There may have been a light scream in there. It’s like being shocked right on this tiny nerve between my thighs, controlling my entire being.

But, god, I can’t help it. I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure I died for a second and am coming back to life.

The sheets are soaked under me. Absolutely drenched.

It’s a minute before I realize Lucas went quiet and the weight of it all hits me like a wave.

“It’s not fair,” I say to myself. The high I was riding seconds ago is gone. “Why couldn’t we have turned out differently?”

I stare at the black screen, wishing he was here. Wishing the things he said were true. I didn’t catch most of it, but whatever it was, it sent me over the edge.

My body is still humming and my legs are shaking, but if he were to start in on that again, I could go all night.

Maybe I should hang up.

I hold the phone in my hand with my thumb hovering over the screen when I notice something.

“Lucas?”

“Hmm?” He sounds strange. Strained?

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