I beam. “I did. I was just about to get dressed.”
“Are you still wet?” His voice dips even lower.
I squeeze my thighs together and feel a little pang of pleasure. “A little.”
“Hmm, you don’t sound too convincing. Maybe you should check.”
“Any particular place you have in mind?”
“Slide your fingers between your legs for me.” My heart starts beating faster. Should I do it, or just pretend? “Do it,” he orders, as if he knows I’m not following his instructions. I pinch the side of the phone to lower the volume and set it on my dresser.
Slowly, I trail my fingers over my lower stomach and slide my hand down until my two middle fingers sink between my lips. I must let out a breath or moan, because Rafe growls, “Lovely, are you wet?”
I nod, and softly answer, “Yes.”
“How do you feel?”
“Not as good as when you touch me.”
“My good girl,” he praises.
I circle my opening but return my fingers to my clit, that feels so much better.
“I want to taste you,” Rafe murmurs.
I let my head fall back on my shoulders. I want that too. My finger starts to move a little faster.
“Lucy,” Rafe calls abruptly, and I freeze and look around. My chest is rising and falling rapidly, and I can feel a flush in my cheeks. I was so close. “Thank you for indulging me, but it’s time to get dressed.”
“Huh?” I breathe.
“Time to get dressed.” His tone is just a little bit firmer.
“Okay,” I mumble, removing my fingers from between my legs and pulling out my drawer with shaky hands. There’s an ache in my lower stomach, but I ignore it. In about three seconds, I have my panties pulled up. I lean my head against the top of my dresser. I’m a little embarrassed, I thought this was going in another direction.
“I want you just like that when you come to me tonight,” Rafe says, and the edge in his voice is gone. He’s back to sounding deliberately sexy.
“Like what?” I chuckle to alleviate my awkwardness.
“Desperate for me to touch you. I want you thinking about me every second the way I do you.”
“I think it’s a little late for that. I already do,” I admit.
“Good. When are you coming?”
I groan and squeeze my thighs together. Bad word choice. “I have some stuff to do. After dinner?”
“Think you can last that long?” His deep timbre is nearly a purr. He knows exactly what he did. My panties are already damp, and I just put them on.
“Can you?” I counter.
He huffs like he doesn’t enjoy me turning the tables on him. “Let me know when you will be available.” There’s a little bit of a clip to the end of his words. I don’t think he’s going to enjoy waiting any more than I am, and that feels like a win.
“’Kay, talk to you soon.”
“Seeyou soon,” he replies, then the line goes dead. I turn and toss the phone on my bed and finish getting dressed.
I strokemy finger over the screen as she walks over to her closet. I wondered if she would defy my request and finish what we started, but she ignores her body’s needs and continues on.
