“I bet you’re so wet,” he rasped.
“I am.”
“I wish I could taste it. Are you spreading your legs?”
“Yes. Wide open for you.”
“Imagine my mouth on your pussy.”
“I’d dig my nails into your hair and push your face into me.”
“Good.” He exhaled. “I’d lick you dry.”
My muscles contracted. I nearly came at those words.
“I wish you could taste how turned on I am, Tate. How muchyouturn me on.”
This little phone exchange was the most arousing thing I’d ever experienced. I was certainly far more turned on than I’d ever been during sex with Daniel.
“I’d giveanythingto taste you right now, Blair.”
Spurred on by this sudden change in Tate, I felt my climax building.
“I think I’m gonna come,” I announced.
“Holy shit.” He groaned.
As the muscles between my legs pulsed, I heard him coming right along with me.
And then…euphoria. As I came down from my orgasm, it felt nearly overwhelming—and painful, like I might die if I never got to experience truly being with him.
Despite how amazing it was, this phone sex had done nothing to tame the need inside of me. I lay limp, captivated by a man who wasn’t even in the room with me. And I realized the worst had already happened.
In a sense, Tatewasinside of me. He owned my heart and soul after only a couple of days.
Chapter 10
TATE
I woke up on Friday morning more eager to see Blair than ever. And not just because last night had been freaking amazing. I would’ve been this excited to see her even if she hadn’t been responsible for the most mind-blowing orgasm I’d had in ages.
This was our last day together. The clock was ticking, and I had no time to waste.
As I hopped out of bed, I decided to go down to Blair’s room to see what she wanted to do for breakfast. I got myself dressed and opened the door to my hotel room, only to find a piece of paper at my feet. At first, I assumed it was one of thoseDo Not Disturbsigns that you hang on your door, but upon further inspection, I realized it was an envelope.
I picked it up and opened it.
My heart sank as I discovered a letter from Blair.
Tate,
Don’t hate me for doing this. But when I woke up this morning, I realized just how much I’mdreading leaving you. Our intimate moment over the phone last night only made it worse.
So, I checked out early this morning.
I want you to know that this time with you has changed me for the better. I’ll always wish you’d taken a risk, so we could’ve experienced being together at least once. But I understand your hesitancy, and it’s not fair for me to continue to tempt you into something your conscience has been fighting so hard.
I will always think of you when I look up at the moon—just like we did together last night on the beach.
