The screen dimmed and she scrambled to tap it back on. Her thumbs hovered over the keyboard, then—
You’re not supposed to say stuff like that when I’m trying to be good.
Oh, Al. You have no idea how bad I want to ruin that plan.
Her thighs clenched under the blanket.
She swallowed hard and set the phone beside her for a second, staring at the ceiling like it could help her breathe normally again.
But it was no use. The mental replay of his voice— low and rough, teasing and tender— was already running wild through her mind.
She grabbed the phone again, heart in her throat.
Dylan, Seriously. You CANNOT say things like that when I’m lying here in just a t-shirt and panties.
She hesitated after hitting send. Her whole face flushed.Gawd, did I just say that?
The three dots blinked. And blinked.
Then:
You’re really trying to kill me, huh?
Are you touching yourself right now, baby?
Her breath caught. She was warm all over. Squirming.
She bit her lip and typed slowly.
No… but I’ve been thinking about it since you said my voice turns you on.
There. Honest. Bold— for her.
That’s because it does.
You don’t even have to talk dirty. Just whisper my name like you used to and I’m done.
Her hand drifted down, the ache building now that her mind had permission to go there. Her pulse thundered in her ears as her fingertips grazed the hem of her old tee— slid under it.
She whimpered softly.
The phone buzzed again.
Tell me what you’re thinking about.
She pressed her thighs together again, curling onto her side.
You. Against that wall again.
How hard you kissed me. How your hands were everywhere.
How good you felt when you were inside me.
Three dots. Then a pause.
Fuck. Ali… call me now. Put the phone on speaker. I need to hear you.
Her breath hitched. Her whole body lit up.
