I hesitated. “We, uh, don’t have any book scenes to work from. With phone calls.”
“True,” he said. “Up to you.”
My throat tightened. The thought of him, in another city, in another hotel room, thinking of me, wantingme. “But, since we’re not touching, it’s probably okay. Right?”
“I’m down. Been thinking about you all day.”
I couldn’t hold back my smile. “Me too.”
“What did you think about?” he asked. I didn’t speak, nervous to say what I wanted out loud. There was no hiding now. No character, no role to play. My chest felt tight. “It’s justme, baby. You could say you thought about me boiling a pot of water and I’d figure out a way to get off on it.”
I giggled. “You’re the best.”
“I know. But I’m waiting. I need you to tell me.”
I drew a deep breath and held it. “I liked what we did in that bathroom. Feeling you pulse into my mouth. Knowing I made you feel that good.”
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Loved filling you up like that. And god, how you came on my hand after that.”
I squirmed and could feel wetness spreading onto my thighs.I should tell him. I can do this. “I-I’m really wet, Colt.”
He hummed. “Wish you were here to put it on me. To taste you. Fuck, you tasted so good the other night. I get hard every time I think about it. So hard for you now.”
I moaned out his name.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Touch yourself. Touch that perfect pussy for me.”
My fingers sank to the hem of the jersey and slipped between my legs. He had me so turned on that I only needed a light touch.
“Sometimes I think about fucking you with nothing between us. Railing you so fucking hard, making you scream, then filling you up.”
“Getting me pregnant?” I supplied.
“Would you want that, baby? You want to be so full of me that we make a baby?”
I knew I wasn’t supposed to like it. I spent my adult life on contraception so I could put my career first. But lately, all my body had been saying was,Now. Make a baby right now. With him.I was getting tired of resisting. When I took my pill every day, some demon in me wanted me to chuck the whole pack in the trash and let nature do its bidding.
“Yes,” I gasped, and my fingers moved faster. “It’s so hot, Colton.”
Fake boyfriend? What was that? All I could think about was forever. Being loved. Having a family with the guy on the other end of the phone.
“You’d be so beautiful, Vi. Leaking me, letting me push it back inside.”
I arched my back, my edge creeping nearer. “Sometimes, I think about going off the pill.”
“Fuck, Violet,” he whined. “I’d fill you up with fucking twins.”
My breathing hitched. “Colt, I’m going to come.”
“Me too,” he choked out. “Violet.”
His sounds. His fucking sounds. His sigh and groan, another time saying my name. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he breathed. “Can’t even see you, but just hearing you, fuck. Everything about you turns me on.”
He was high, at least a little bit, but god, did it feel nice to hear that. I’d had a couple of partners after Colton, but the trust was never there like it was with him. The way Colton treasured my sexuality was a gift, one that he’d been giving since our first time together.
My knees pinched together and trapped my hand between my legs while I came to Colt’s soft praise. “That’s my pretty girl.”
I had taken no substances, but the relaxation spreading through me felt just as powerful. And apparently, it loosened my tongue.
