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“I’m already saluting you, Summers, with a full ten-inch salute.”
She giggled, and couldn’t help teasing him. “There you go, stretching the numbers again. Eight and a half, maybe.”
“Christ, woman,” he growled. Then softer, “Lie back on your pillow, anddon’ttouch yourself.”
As she obeyed, she said, “Controlling, aren’t we?”
“No. I just want to picture you spread out on the bed waiting for me. Close your eyes and tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“This is so embarrassing. You tell me first, but I want you to touch yourself. I like picturing your big hand wrapped around yourself.”
“Trust me, babe, it’s not wrapped around myself. It’s around my cock, and I want to hear that word coming from your lips.”
She inhaled a shaky breath and squeezed her eyes shut, gathering her courage to live out her phone-sex fantasy. “Stroke your cock, Dylan, and imagine me between your legs, licking the head.” Her entire body was shaking now. She slid her fingers between her legs, moving over her wet flesh.
“Christ,” he ground out. “I have thought of little else since you did that. Talk to me, babe. Tell me what you feel when you think of me doing this. Tell me what you want me to do to you, but don’t touch yourself.”
“Oops.” Her hand stilled.
He laughed again. “Seriously? You couldn’t wait?”
“Take it as a compliment. I’ve thought about you all evening. All day, really. And knowing you’re naked and jerking off because ofmemakes me hot.”
“Hard to argue with that, Summers.” He drew in a deep breath, and when he exhaled, she imagined his hot breath washing over her breasts. They instantly tightened.
“Talk to me or I’ll get embarrassed and hang up.”
“Don’t hang up, baby. Close your eyes.”
“’Kay,” she whispered. “You, too.”
“Okay, babe. My eyes are closed, and my cock is throbbing for you. Are you wet for me?”
“Yes.”
“Imagine your fingers are mine, and touch yourself how you want me to touch you. One hand on your pussy—is that okay? Or is that too dirty, Summers? I don’t want to lose you.”
She bit her lower lip at his sweetness. “Not too dirty,” she admitted. “And, Dylan?”
“Yeah?” he whispered.
“You’re not going to lose me over dirty talk. I know I’m not easy to get close to, but you’re closer than any man has been in forever.”
“Damn, Summers. That’s an honoranda turn-on.”
He went quiet for a beat, but her mind didn’t. Fear tiptoed in with each confession.
“Dylan? Talk to me. This is…”
“Scary?” When she didn’t respond, he said, “For me, too.”
“Really?” He seemed able to conquer anything. But then again, didn’t she?
“Absolutely. Take a deep breath, babe. This is just us. You can trust me. You might not believe that yet, but it’s true.”
She was panting now, fear and sinful promises coalescing with something much, much bigger. She didn’t know where these feelings were coming from, but her mind raced through moments—Dylan hugging her in the hospital, holding her after they’d had sex, and tonight, the way he’d looked at her as she walked away from the car—like he wanted her to come back.
“I do trust you,” tumbled from her lungs without warning, and like a ball of yarn unraveling, she felt the tension in her chest ease.
