I bite my lip. “Yes. Super yes. Huge turn on. I’ve never recreated a spicy scene from one of my books with someone before.”
Again, I wish he was here with me. My body aches for his touch and doing this with him has only made the desire more intense.
“Still there?”
“Yes,” I say quickly. “Which scene did you have in mind?”
“Which one’s your favorite?”
I consider how many good spicy scenes are in the book. “The dinner table.”
“Not the barn?” He sounds surprised.
“The barn during the thunderstorm is hot, too. But there’s something powerfully sensual about him capturing her gaze, telling her he’s hungry, and slowly spreading her out on the table as his meal.”
He rumbles in agreement. “I left you a present before going out of town. Did you find it?”
My face flushes. It’s waiting on my bed.
I discovered the unexpected package when I checked if the new weather sealing we did on the interior of the camper held out against the snowstorm that blew through. Inside, I founda new vibrator with an app designed for couples to use long-distance. If he has the controls, it’ll be more like he’s with me.
“Yes. You’re lucky my dad hasn’t been in the camper this week.”
“It was wrapped,” he protests. “I’m dying to use it on you. Knowing I’m miles away but making you feel so good? Mm, I’m going to make you come so hard, sweetheart.”
The flush spreads from my face, tingles dancing along my nerve endings. He releases a smoky laugh at the strained exhale that leaves me.
“Get your audiobook set up.”
I open my laptop and find the scene, switching the call to speakerphone. “Okay. Ready.”
“Strip for me,” he murmurs. “Before we start, let me warm you up.”
“What do you want me to take off first?”
“Start with your panties. How does it feel being bare for me?”
“Good,” I answer quietly, enjoying the cool air of the room against my heated skin. “I’m getting achy already.”
“Yeah? Now take your top off.”
His quiet commentary makes chills breakout across my body. I bite my lip, peeling off my shirt. My nipples are already pert buds. I tweak them with a faint hum of pleasure, skimming my fingers lower, down the softness of my belly to pet my mound. My pulse thrums in my clit.
“Co—”
His fake name won’t come out. I swallow thickly.
“Cole,” I whisper.
“Yes, baby?”
“I want it.”
His voice dips. “Use your words. Tell me what you need.”
My lashes flutter. “I need to come. Make me come.”
“Lay on your bed for me. Spread those thick, beautiful thighs. I want you rubbing your clit. Get yourself nice and wet.”
