Conflict of Interest - By Allyson Lindt Page 0,39
didn’t sound upset, just hesitant.
Screw it. She could go back to being good tomorrow. “Just this once.”
“Or this fourth time?” he countered. “Not that I’m counting. Promise me I won’t regret it in the morning. Or even better, that you won’t.”
“I’ve never regretted it.” The honesty slipped out before she realized it probably wasn’t the best thing to tell him. “And this would be one hundred percent private.”
“You make a convincing case, Miss Carter.” The way her name rolled off his tongue made her tingle. The professional, mocking tone he usually used was gone, replaced with a heavy seduction. “So where were we?”
“You were describing how you’d ravish me if you were here instead of miles away.”
His laugh was warm and deep. She closed her eyes, imagining him in the room with her. His voice had dropped an octave. “You do this gasping, moaning thing when I nibble your earlobe that kind of drives me wild, so I’d probably do a lot of that.”
She did something that drove him wild. Her entire body tingled with not quite visualized fantasies and she moaned.
“Just like that. I love that sound.”
Heat crawled over her, and she ran her hand up her stomach. “Did you make yourself match yet?”
“I’m lying on my bed in a pair of boxers, nothing else.”
The image popped into her head, taunting her, and she sighed.
“It’s not fair if I’m the only one saying what I’m thinking.” There was a hint of command in his teasing. “At least reassure me this is turning you on as much as it is me.”
She was turning him on? She hesitated, having trouble forming the words. “I’m tingling, and aroused, and aching with the thoughts of what you can do with your fingers.”
“Just my fingers?”
“Not just. Everything else too.” She pushed her shirt aside, brushing the bottom of her own breasts with her fingertips.
His throaty voice filled her thoughts. “I’m hard just thinking about sucking on your nipples. How they feel against my tongue, and the way you squirm under me.”
She hesitated. The conversation was screaming over every nerve ending, but saying those kinds of things out loud was a line she didn’t know if she could cross.
“We’ll have to work on the whole telling me what you’re thinking thing.” His voice was heavy. “Since I’m not there, are you touching yourself?”
“Yes.” Her reply was breathy, soft. She squeezed her breast, gasping when she pinched her own tender skin.
His breathing was ragged. “Tell me those moans are real.”
“Very.” A hot ache called for her attention between her legs.
His moan tickled her ear. “You know I’m stroking myself harder every time you say something new, right?”
The confession increased her arousal another notch. That she could have that impact on him, just by talking, sent her into overdrive. “I do now.”
“Tell me what you’re doing to yourself. What you’d want me to do if I was there,” he ordered.
The outside world seemed to fall away, and she let herself sink into the sensation. It was as if only they existed, making it safe to say things she would never dream of vocalizing. “I do have this fantasy.”
“I like the sound of that. Details?”
With her eyes closed, she could almost feel his warm breath, his lips vibrating against her skin with each rumbling word. She licked her lips. “Of you pinning my arms over my head, holding me in place while you pound inside me.”
His soft groan filtered into her ear. “There’s no way you’d let me get away with that.”
“I would.” Her body tingled and screamed for more everywhere her hand touched. Her stomach, her thighs. “Especially when you growl. I’d do pretty much anything with that sound rolling through my skin.”
His voice shifted, the same irresistible growl running through it. “Anything?”
She arched her back, a whimper slipping out before she could stop it. “Drop to my knees, wrap a hand around your shaft, take you in my mouth.”
“I like that a lot. What about putting on a show?”
She hadn’t thought it could get any warmer in the room until he said that. Her “What?” was barely a squeak.
“On your back, spread wide open, showing me how you really like it.”
Her heart hammered in her chest, making it difficult to hear. “I couldn’t.”
“No?” Teasing disappointment ran through his question. “You’re almost doing it now, right?”
She swallowed. “It’s not the same. No one’s watching.”
“Would it be so bad if I was?” Seduction lined his coercion. “I bet you’re lying on your comforter right now. Humor me. Tell