“You were concentrating, and you got that little furrow between your eyebrows. All I could think about was those lips wrapped around me.”
Her breath catches, and I watch her pupils dilate even through the phone screen. “Emmitt.”
“Yeah?”
“What if I mentioned this robe isn’t the only thing I’m wearing?”
My brain short-circuits. I stare at her through the screen, while my blood redirects south with alarming efficiency.
“That’s…” I clear my throat. “That’s not fair.”
“Life’s not fair.” She shifts on the bed, and the robe gapes even more at the neckline. “If it were fair, you’d be down here, in bed with me, instead of up there, looking ridiculously handsome in that hotel chair.”
“You think I look handsome?”
“I think you look like every fantasy I’ve had for way too long.” Her voice drops to the husky register that makes me want to put my fist through something. “Want to know what I’ve been thinking about?”
“Jesus, McKenna.” I’m already rock hard, straining against my sweatpants like a horny teenager. “You’re going to kill me.”
“That’s not an answer.”
I lean back in the chair, phone held steady despite the way my hands want to shake. “Tell me.”
“I think about your hands.” She traces a slow finger along her collarbone, visible above the robe’s neckline. “How they felt on my skin that night. How gentle you were, but also how…commanding.”
My grip on the phone tightens. “What else?”
“Your mouth.” Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. “Everywhere you kissed me. Everywhere I wanted you to kiss me but didn’t get the chance to ask.”
“Where didn’t I kiss you?” My voice sounds like gravel.
Instead of answering with words, she slowly unties the robe’s belt. The fabric falls open, revealing a pale pink lace bra and matching panties. My mouth goes completely dry.
“Here,” she whispers, running her fingers along the lace edge of her bra. “And here.” Her hand trails lower, skimming the matching panties.
“Fuck, McKenna.” I’m already reaching for the waistband of my sweatpants, yanking the knot from the drawstrings open. “You’re three floors away wearing nothing but lingerie, and I can’t do anything about it.”
“You can talk to me.” Her eyes are dark with want, fixed on the screen as if she’s trying to reach through it. “Tell me what you’d do if you were here.”
With pleasure.
I close my eyes briefly then meet her gaze through the camera. “If I were there, I’d start by kissing you until you couldn’t remember your own name. Then I’d take my time getting you out of that lace.”
“How would you do that?”
“With my teeth.” The words come out rough, honest. “I’d trace every edge with my tongue before I removed anything. Make you squirm.”
Her breathing picks up, and her hand moves to cup her breast, pinching the nipple between her thumb and finger through the lace. “Keep going.”
“I’d lay you back on that bed and worship every inch of you until you were begging me to touch you where you need it most.”
“I’m already begging,” she breathes.
“Show me.”
She slides her hand down her taut belly to her panties then slips it underneath, and I lose the last of my restraint. My hand goes to my cock, fisting hard as I watch her touch herself through the screen.
“I wish these were your hands,” she whispers.
