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“Hello.”
Goosebumps rippled over her skin at his voice. It was deep and raspy, slightly accented, and exactly what she’d imagined when she thought about how he’d sound. She’d never heard anyone with such a deep voice.
“Jett?”
“Expecting someone else?” he teased.
“You never know,” she muttered.
“Only me, little girl. That was our agreement, remember?”
“I remember.” She tilted her head to the side, thinking. “Does that mean you’re only talking to me, too?”
“Don’t want anyone else. Just you.”
Butterflies filled her tummy at his words. “So,” she breathed, her heart racing. “Why’d you wanna talk?”
“Wanted to hear your voice,” he grumbled. God, his voice was amazing. Could she come by just him talking? Maybe. Probably.
“Well?” she asked shyly. “What do you think? Do I sound like a man?” He chuckled, and the sound went straight to her throbbing clit.
“Definitely not,” he said softly. “You sound perfect. Exactly what I imagined.”
“You’ve thought about how I sound?” she whispered, and there was a beat of silence.
“Thought about your voice, your body, your scent. Thought about everything. Can’t stop thinking about you, pretty girl. It’s nonstop.”
She nearly melted.
Jeez.
“I’ve thought about you, too,” she said quietly.
“Yeah? And? What do you think?”
“I like your voice,” she blurted, feeling her face heat. “A lot.”
“Yeah? What do you like about it?”
“How deep it is,” she breathed, and he cleared his throat. “It’s so deep.” He made a weird sound, like he stubbed his toe. “Are you alright?”
“Fine,” he grunted. “Anything else?”
“Everything,” she admitted. “I like everything.”
“You’re sweet, pretty girl,” he said, his voice softening. She pressed her palm to her hot cheek, trying to fight the smile tugging on her lips. “What are your plans for tomorrow?”
“Nothing,” she rushed out. “I have no plans. None at all. Why? What are yours?” He was laughing as she spoke, and she grinned to herself, liking that she could make him laugh.
“How do you feel about a date?”
“A date?” she gasped. She’d never been on a date before, but she didn’t know if she should tell him that. Would he think it was weird? But he’d never thought anything else she said was weird. “Um. Well…”
“We don’t have to,” he said. “We can wait until you’re more comfortable with me. I know I look scary, but I’m not.”
“No, no, it’s not that,” she said, waving off his worries. She didn’t think he looked scary at all. She thought he looked like a big ol’ teddy bear. “It’s just…”
“It’s okay if you don’t like me,” he continued. “I know it’s one thing to email, or talk on the phone, and another to?—”
