In less than five minutes, my phone starts buzzing and I suck in a sharp breath when I see the unknown number, knowing it’s Connor. Fears fills me and also a sweet anticipation because I want to hear his deep voice and see what he has to say. I want to hear how he looked for me and that maybe he even missed me these last couple of months.
Lifting my phone, I swipe the button over. “Hello?” I say, trying to sound calm and in control when I’m anything but at this moment. Frantic butterflies fill my stomach and I lay a hand over the baby as I talk to his or her father.
God, I’m keeping way too many secrets.
“You answered,” he murmurs and my toes curl at how deep and sexy his voice sounds over the line. His voice has a certain rasp to it that I adore.
“I told you I would.”
“If you didn’t, I would’ve tracked you down and climbed through your window.”
I’m not sure if he’s joking or not, so I’m damn glad that I answered my phone.
“You looked beautiful tonight,” he continues.
Remembering how his hand slid down the back of my dress, I lay back on my bed and a shiver runs through the entire length of my body. “Well, you looked awfully handsome yourself.”
“As much as I liked that red dress, I kept thinking about ripping it off you. The temptation was nearly overwhelming.”
“Connor,” I whisper, voice ragged. God, I already sound husky and so very needy. He has this way of making me forget everything else and turning me on like no one has ever done before.
“Christ, Trish. Just the way you say my name has me as hard as steel.”
“I wish I could touch you,” I boldly say.
“Why don’t you touch yourself?” he suggests wickedly.
The thought of touching myself while listening to Connor’s voice has me already wet and I let out a low, breathy sound. My hand slides downward and slips between my thighs.
“Are you wearing a nightgown? Are you ready for bed?”
“Yes.”
“Pull your nightgown up. For me, mia cara.”
I do as he says, waiting for further instructions, one hand clutching the soft material of my pajamas, the other lightly laying on my bare thigh. I’m holding my breath in anticipation of what he’s going to say next.
Because I’m ready to obey. To do anything he commands.
“Now slide your hand down your panties and imagine it’s my hand touching you. My fingers stroking your wet slit.”
“Yes…” I whisper, my voice barely a whisper, as I caress myself.
“Slip your finger inside yourself. How wet are you, Trish?”
I bite down on my lip and do as he says. “Soaked.”
“Add another finger. Remember how it felt when my cock was inside you, stretching and filling you. So hot and wet.”
His voice is a harsh rasp and I’m panting.
“Move those fingers, mia cara. In and out. Then circle that lovely wetness up and around your clit.”
“Mmm.” My hips begin to slowly move against my hand and it feels so good. My body responds more to his voice than my hand.
With one sexy Command, I’m dripping and I can feel my hot core begin to pulse and ache. “I want you inside me.”
“I know,” he hisses. “There’s nowhere else on Earth I’d rather be.”
My breaths are coming harder and I’m picturing him and wondering where he is. “Are you in your room?” I ask.
Yeah,” he forces out.
“Are you touching yourself, too?”
“I’m stroking my cock right now, but it’s your hands I’m imagining around me. Milking me right now.”
“Go faster,” I urge him.
“Only if you do, too.”
“I am.”
“Tell me exactly what you’re doing, my sweet Trish.”
The hoarse raspy sound of his voice has me panting harder. I’m massaging my clit, and everything is slippery and swollen and throbbing. “God, I’m aching for you, Connor.”
“Get yourself there, mia cara. Make yourself come. Hard.”
The pressure building up in my lower body erupts into waves of pleasure and soft cries spill from my throat as the orgasm rolls over me. A moment later, I hear Connor’s rough grunts through the phone and that makes me climax all over again. I never thought phone sex could be such a turn on and so damn sensual.
A moment later, after our breathing has calmed down, he asks, “How’re you feeling?”
“So good,” I murmur and stretch. “But there’s just one little problem.”
“What’s that?” he asks.
“I think I may have flooded my bed.”
His sharp bark of laughter fills my ear and I smile. He may be laughing, but it’s the truth.
“I’m glad, mia cara. We’ll be in each other’s arms again soon. I promise you.”
I hope so. Despite not telling Connor either of my secrets yet, I’m feeling very, very good.