My mouth got so dry I couldn’t swallow. I’d never had phone sex before—unless you count the time an ex-boyfriend and I tried it as teenagers, and his brother picked up the other line.
“At least you were nice enough to let me eat first.” Not the sexiest reply, but I needed time to warm up. “What else do you remember?”
Lucas took a deep breath.
“I remember trying to ignore how incredible you looked. The shirt you had on was low cut enough that if you leaned over, I could look right down. I saw you spilling out of a black lace bra, and I wanted to rip it off and see how long it took your nipples to get hard in my mouth. You looked so fucking good in that skirt. When I ran my hand up your thighs, you were so wet, and I’d barely even touched you. God, Sam … do you haveanyidea what you do to me?”
Holy shit. He was good at this.
“I don’t think you know the effect you have on me, either.” Hearing Lucas breathing heavy made me a little brave.
“Oh yeah? What do I do to you, baby?” His voice went low and raspy and sent a shiver up my spine. “Tell me.”
“I still remember the day I met you. You took off your shirt to get in the pool, and I memorized every muscle and hard ridge. I spent the next three years ignoring the need to worship every inch with my tongue. I wanted to lick an outline around your abs and head lower to see what you would taste like. All these years later, you somehow got even sexier than you were back then. When you kissed me and pulled me close, I felt how hard you were—all over. All I want to do is taste you again.”
My hand moved between my legs, my fingers making the light circles around my clit that Lucas drove me crazy with that night. I closed my eyes and pretended it was him. Being with him, as much as I wanted to take it slow, created an aching need inside me more powerful than any college girl crush.
After a few long moments of silence, I stopped touching myself and draped my hand over my eyes.
Way to ruin a moment, Samantha.
“Lucas? Are you still there?” Finally, he breathed an audible sigh.
“Are you trying to fucking kill me, Sam? I’m a minute away from jumping into a cab and heading straight to your house. I would be on my way now if I weren’t so hard I can barely walk.”
Lucas groaned, and I smiled at how flustered he was getting over me.
“Nothingtastes sweeter than you, baby. I could eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It was torture not to be able to touch you for all those months. Every time we said goodbye, all I could think about was that perfect mouth, those full red lips. How they would feel on mine or wrapped around my cock. Now that I know, I'm hooked. Addicted to every fucking part of you.”
I was lost in the sexy timbre of his voice. A moan escaped me as my eyes rolled back in my head.
“Fuck, Sam—are you touching yourself? Are you wet for me?”
“Very wet, Lucas. I wish it were you touching me. How hard are you right now?”
This was the most worked up I’d gotten since I left Lucas’s apartment. I was squirming and writhing against my hand, thinking about his words as flashbacks of our night together that played over and over in my head. Even over the phone, he knew exactly what to do to send me over the edge.
“So hard it’s painful. I wish I were doing more than just touching you. I wish my face was between your legs so I could lick it all up. You ready to come for me?”
“Almost, Lucas . . . I want you so much.” My words were strained as tremors traveled down the lower half of my body.
“I want you, too. You wouldn’t believe how much. I want you to come in my mouth and slide down the wall like you did that night. I’ve never seen anything so fucking hot in all my life.”
Before I knew it, I was screaming out Lucas’s name as he responded with mine, followed by a myriad of jumbled curses. We were both panting as I fell back on my pillow, dizzy and blissfully spent.
“Lucas?” I ran my hands through my sweaty hair.
“Yeah, Sam?” I chuckled at how Lucas’s deep voice sounded so small.
“Can I still spend the night tomorrow?”
“Absofuckinglutely! How soon could you get here?”
Slow and steady wins the race, but keeping it slow and steady hadn’t done much for me in my life so far. And the hell with slow and steady when you were talking about Lucas Hunter.
Fourteen
Samantha
