“You like touching yourself to the sound of my voice, Ryder?”
A hitch in his voice hinted at what he was up to on the other end of the call, and the realization hit me like a freight train. “James, are you…?”
“Mm, what do you think?”
“Holy shit.” I couldn’t wait any longer. I retrieved the bottle of lube from my nightstand, poured some in my hand—and in my haste, on the bed as well—and kicked the sheet away, breathing a sigh of relief when I finally wrapped my hand around my engorged flesh. “Keep talking while my hand translates,” I begged.
“You’re creating such a beautiful image for me.”
“Return the favor?” I asked.
“You’ve got quite the imagination,” he said. “Why don’t you tell me what you want?”
My heart rate climbed. I’d never tried phone sex before. I groaned, dropping my head back against the headboard and thumbing the sensitive tip of my erection. “You,” I finally said, voice thick with desire, “kneeling between my legs, your hands on me.”
“That’s all you want? My hands on you?”
“Mm,” was all I could manage against the vision in my mind. I undressed James in my imagination, his now-naked form bent over between my thighs. Naked except for his silver chain glinting as the moonlight reflected off the metal. I reached forward, body protesting as I removed my hand to grab onto that chain and jerk the man toward me. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” I moaned to the real James. “You need to take them off. Keep the chain, though. It’s the perfect handle to pull you closer.”
James grunted and muttered, “Christ.”
A grin pulled at the corners of my mouth. “You like that?”
“More than you’ll ever know.”
The James in my mind turned his lips to my neck, kissing a trail down the front of my body until he reached the sticky mess I was leaving along my stomach. I released the breath I’d been holding, bringing myself away from the orgasm building inside me.
“Come on, love. Tell me all about how you look when you’re coming all over yourself.”
I gritted my teeth in an effortnotto do just that. He wasn’t making it easy. “I don’t want to come to just the mental image of you,” I panted. Then quickly added, “Again.”
That laugh sounded through the phone again. “What do you want, Ryder?”
“Come over.”
“Are you sure?”
I let go of my dick as the threat of my orgasm grew imminent. “Yes,” I strained. “I’m sure.”
The call ended, and I rested my head back to catch my breath before he showed up. A knock at the door sounded only a few moments later.
Ah, right—super speed.
I got out of bed, fumbling around in the darkness to find a pair of boxer briefs. I made my way downstairs and opened the front door.
There he stood, all six-foot-two of his gorgeousness on display as he leaned against my door frame. Even with more clothes on than ever—he wore a thin jacket—he looked just as delectable. He swept his gaze up and down my mostly naked body, smiling. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
I shivered against the cool air. “Oh, that’s a thing with vampires, isn’t it?”
“Good manners? I didn’t think so.”
I grinned and stepped aside. “Come in.”
James shamelessly kept his eyes on my body as he crossed the threshold, the door swinging shut behind him to banish the cold. He hooked a finger behind my waistband and tugged me closer. Whereas his hands had always been ice-cold before, I was pleased to find they were warm. Our bodies crashed together, my nose coming to rest along his jawline. “How areyou changing your body temperature? You were freezing earlier.”
“That’s just something I can do. I thought I’d warm you up a little.”
“There’s more than one way to do that,” I laughed.
