She gasped. “Are you... touching yourself?”
“Of course. You seriously expect me to picture you in bed and not get turned on? Not need to relieve the ache you’ve created?”
“Me? I’ve not said anything.”
“You don’t have to. I don’t need words or even a photo, only the knowledge that it’s you on the other end of the phone. The rest—how fucking incredible you feel, how responsive you are, the little noises you make—is embedded in my mind.” He closed his eyes, gave himself a few more hard pulls, his hips thrusting. When he heard no reply, not even a rustle of bedclothes, he halted, disappointment rocketing through him. “Wait, are you telling me you’re not touching yourself? Am I the only one horny as hell right now?”
“No.” Her voice was barely audible.
“Thank fuck.” He exhaled heavily. “Touch yourself, Livvy. Let’s do this together.”
“I’ve never...” Her voice trailed off and finally, finally, he heard a rustle followed by a sharp intake of breath. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“You’ve never had phone sex?”
“No.” She let out a half laugh. “I seem to be having a lot of firsts with you.”
“First skinny-dip,” he rasped, body hot with arousal at the memory. “First sex on the beach.”
He heard one of her sexy little moans. “Yes, and... the rocks.”
“Christ, yes, that first time, when you came from me dry-humping you.” He groaned, hand tightening, arousal pumping through him, balls feeling as if they were about to explode. “I’m embarrassingly close already,” he warned. “You need to catch up, fast.”
“Keep talking to me.”
She sounded breathless, which turned him on even more. “Keep telling you I’m remembering how tight you felt when I sank into you? How wet, how perfectly you fit me.” Fuck, this wasn’t helping. “I’m seconds from coming, Livvy. Seconds from spilling all over my fingers, my stomach. Please tell me you are too.”
“Oh God,” she cried. “Oh... oh.”
That was all he needed. With a hoarse shout, he erupted into his hand; the feeling intensified as he listened to her gasps and the little breathy moans that followed.
“You sound beautiful when you come,” he murmured as his breathing slowly returned to normal. “I only wish I could have seen your face.” Silence echoed down the phone. Had he blown it? Now that her lust was sated, was she embarrassed at what they’d done? “Livvy?”
“You’re not going to stop phoning me, are you?”
There was resignation in her voice, but also humor and, if he wasn’t mistaken, a smidgen of hope. It was enough to make his heart flip-flop. “Too right I’m not. Block me if you don’t want to hear from me. Otherwise, I’ll keep calling you. If all I can do is hear your voice at night now and again, I’ll settle for that. Night, Livvy.”
“Good night, Connor.”
Chapter 20
She’d never intended to let it get this far. Olivia lay on her bed and eyed the clock, her body humming in anticipation.
What had started as Connor phoning now and again had morphed, two weeks on, into him phoning every evening. She could, and often did, pretend it was the virtual sex she looked forward to. But that didn’t account for the list she always made of everything she wanted to talk to him about.
In her honest moments, she was scared she was becoming addicted to these late-night calls.
Bang on ten o’clock, her phone rang. A moment later, his face lit up her screen. Oh, yes, they were now doing video calls. And, God, seeing him stretched out on his bed... it never failed to produce a hard flip in her lower belly. He wasn’t perfect—his jaw was a teeny bit too square, the nose a little crooked, his hair unruly. All imperfections that turnedtoo handsomeintowildly sexy. A man a woman wanted on her armandin her bed, lazy Sunday mornings and pulsing Friday nights. She’d gone from rarely thinking about sex to rushing through her work so she was ready when he phoned.
“Hey.” His dimples flashed, causing her belly to tumble. “How was your day?”
“Good.”
“You can do better than that,” he admonished. “Come on, give me the rundown.”
He was interested. She hadn’t believed it at first, but now she knew he genuinely wanted to hear what had happened. “Stuart tried to trip me up in a meeting this morning, asking me to substitute for him at the last minute because he ‘wasn’t feeling well.’” She put air quotes around the words. “He forgot I don’t just know my own fund inside and out—I make sure I’m up to date on what’s happening company-wide.”
“Because you’re a complete badass, and he’s a dimwit for not realizing it,” Connor stated with a confidence that almost,almost, made her preen. “You must be ahead of him now. What do you reckon, six to five?”
