After seeing her struggle those first weeks, hearing that confidence in her voice makes me breathe a little easier. “Yeah?”
She nods. “I was working on something new tonight, actually. Just a melody, no lyrics yet.”
“I wanna hear it.”
“Maybe when it’s done.” She shifts, and I get a glimpse of the shirt she’s wearing.Mine.
Is she wearing anything underneath? I can’t help but imagine her in my bed?—
“I thought Easton was dragging you out?” she interrupts the direction of my thoughts.
“He did. I lasted maybe an hour before coming back to the hotel.”
What color are her panties? Is she even wearing any?I thankfully filter that thought, keeping it to myself. But blood still rushes south. “I wish I were there.”
She smiles. “Me, too.”
“Are you wearing anything under my shirt, Starling?” So, not all my thoughts can be filtered, apparently.
I slip my hand beneath my boxer-briefs and give myself a slow stroke.
“Miles King,” she drawls, thickening her accent and exaggeratedly clutching her chest. “Are you trying to have phone sex with me?”
“I think it’d technically be video sex.”
“We haven’t done that.” Her eyes flick past me.
“Oh, we don’t have to?—”
“It’s not that,” she cuts me off. “I just didn’t know…”
She trails off, but I wait. Her posture straightens, even though she’s lying down. I’m not sure what I’m expecting her to say, but it’s not: “I guess I’m asking if you’ve been with other people—when you’re on the road. I thought?—”
My bark of laughter halts her words, and when I refocus on her through the screen, her expression tells me that wasnotthe right response. “Christ, you’re serious.”
I sit straight, bringing the phone closer. “You think I’ve hooked up with other people?”
Her shoulders lift. “Well, I didn’t want to jump to any?—”
“No. I’m not touching anyone else. I haven’t since our first night together.” I haven’t wanted to. The thought never crossed my mind, and thinking about it now makes me feel vaguely sick.
I can’t fault her for asking. We’ve never talked about it; I just assumed it was obvious. But I’m sure she’s heard about my reputation from Mia. Hooking up on the road and at home was a regular occurrence before, but I can’t think of anything I want less now.
Her throat bobs. “Oh.”
I hold her gaze through the screen. “While we’re doing this, it’s only you. No one else.”
She watches me for a second longer, then she nods once. “Okay.” She places the phone on the nightstand, so I can see her face, down to her thighs. “In that case, I’m not wearing anything underneath.”
I slump back onto the bed with a groan. “Show me.”
She bites her lip, hesitating. Then she pulls my T-shirt up, slowly, so goddamned slowly, until it’s rucked up around her waist. And yeah, she wasn’t lying.
My cock pulses in my hand, and I squeeze the base before giving myself another stroke. “Fuck, Summer.”
“Your turn.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I shove my boxers down and wrap my hand around my length.
