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“Stop that. Don’t use that tone on me.”
“What tone?” I asked innocently.
“Your seductive tone. I know what you’re trying to do. It won’t work on me.”
“Is my seductive tone as bad as your phone sex voice?”
“How should I know? And I don’t have a phone sex voice.”
I tried again. “You don’t even have to touch me.” My voice was low, guttural. “I’ll do all the touching, all the pleasuring. I just need to put my hands on you.” I paused. “My fingers inside of you. And I want to taste you. I want to feel you come humming against my tongue.”
“That escalated quickly.”
“I’m not talking about sex,” I continued, unfazed.
“Really,” she said sarcastically.
“Certainly not right away. Just my hands and mouth and your body. You don’t have to get me off.”
She sent me a glance that was distinctly uncomfortable. “I’m not sure I understand. What would you even get out of that?”
I’d get to touch you, I almost said, but thought better of it.
It was bad enough that I knew how desperate I’d become for her, I certainly didn’t need to share the knowledge.
I just stared at her intensely.
“I don’t understand you at all,” she remarked.
“Let’s get to understand each other better, then. With my tongue on your clit.”
“Stop that, you incorrigible ass.”
“Then tell me you don’t want me. Tell me you don’t want my hands on your body. Tell me you don’t want my lips all over you. I need to hear it again.”
She opened her mouth, and I waited for the words I needed, the obligatory rejection she would deliver just how I required. Instead she said, “Fine.”
“Fine? Fine what?”
“Fine, put your hands on me. No sex.”
My brain short-circuited. I stared. “Do you mean it?”
“It’s debatable.”
Exhilaration resonated through me. She meant it. “Let’s go to bed,” I said thickly. “Right now.”
“I’m not going anywhere near your sex room. Not ever.”
“Yeah. Fine. Of course. We can use your room, if you want.” I thought she might prefer that over my wicked, wicked bed—which was precisely and perversely where I wanted her.
“No. Yours.”
Yes, please, I thought. What I said was, “Mine?”
She nodded.
“Fine. Mine. But… why would you prefer my room?” The way she had said it made me curious, like there was a punchline in there somewhere.
