saw that it was almost two a.m. “Are you off?” she asked.
“Finally. I texted you earlier but I doubt you got it. How are you feeling?”
She did a quick assessment. Head throbbing, check. Stomach not quite right, check. Truthfully, she felt like crap. Somehow still horny crap, but crap all the same. And definitely not sexy crap that was anywhere near ready for a man to come over and make passionate love to her. “Um…I’m…”
“Yeah, I was afraid of that. I had kind of a bad night myself. It’s okay.”
“I’m sorry. I’m an idiot.”
“There’s always tomorrow. Or tonight, since it already is tomorrow.”
“I wanted to see you,” she confessed. “Where are you?”
“Driving home, now. But I want you to stay on the phone with me, okay?”
She rolled over on her back and got as comfortable as she could, smiling at nothing in particular. “Okay. What about your night? You said it was bad?”
“Torturous.”
“Really? Why?”
“Just was.”
“Tell me.”
“Because I was so hard from what we did in the backseat that I couldn’t even think about anything else. I’m hard right now, just hearing your voice, so sleepy and sweet.”
The words shocked her eyes wide open, and all at once she was more awake than she’d ever been in her life. Would she ever get used to him? “Oh,” she breathed.
His voice dropped even lower. “Where are you right now?”
“Lying on my couch.”
“Hmm. I’d like for you to get up and go get on your bed. Will you do that for me?”
At the moment, she’d do anything for him. But she knew where this was going. Her heart began to thud double-time. “I’ve never done the whole phone-sex thing before.” Nevertheless, she got up and shuffled toward her room, yelping as she sustained a bruised shin in the process.
“Well, good.” Somehow that last word was full of wicked promise.
“I mean, I might not be very good at…talking. Like that.”
“You don’t have to say anything. I’ll say it all. Believe me, right now just hearing you breathe will get me off. Leave your room dark.”
Breathing she could handle; she was already doing way more of it than she needed for survival. Ignoring the lamps, she crawled onto her bed. He must’ve heard the covers rustle when she pulled them back.
“Take off the covers. I don’t want there to be anything on the bed except you, right in the middle.”
Heat flared through her. “Can I keep a pillow?”
“Just one.”
The rational daytime Macy might’ve said this was a little absurd. The still half-tipsy, aroused, middle-of-the-night Macy couldn’t strip the bedding fast enough. “Are you home yet?” she asked him as she worked.
“Getting there.”
She crawled back onto the mattress, now only with the fitted sheet and one pillow, and positioned herself directly in the middle. She put him on speakerphone as she settled. “I’m done,” she said into the darkness.
“Are you still wearing the same thing I last saw you in?”
“Yes.”
“Lose it.”
The command in his voice shuddered through her. She wasn’t used to taking commands; she was used to dishing them out. But there was something so thrilling, so forbidden about it that she couldn’t resist. It was only the two of them here where the night would always keep their secrets, and it felt right.
He wasn’t a guy for a slow, seductive reveal. She liked that. She usually wasn’t much for foreplay, as a woman who got more from the action than the build-up. He’d always gotten lucky with her—or so she liked to tell herself—because he went in for the kill so fast.
“I’m pretty sure I lost my panties in your backseat,” she told him.
“Oh, shit, seriously?”
Her shirt, skirt and bra landed in some unseen location across the room, and she lay back down. “Think you could find them and get them back for me? They’re kind of a favorite pair.”
“Hmm, maybe. What am I gonna get in return?”
She grinned. “My gratitude for giving back my rightful property?”
“I might want to keep them as a souvenir of the sexiest Valentine’s night of my life. And they’re so hot and red and lacy too. Were you hoping to show those off to someone tonight, babe?”
He was so bad. “Not necessarily. But I’m glad I did.”
“Me too. Yeah. I can’t even begin to tell you how glad I am.”
“You do deserve something, though. I didn’t get to return the favor.”
“You’ll get your chance.”
She mewled with frustration. He wasn’t here to see her, and she wanted so badly to be naked for him like she’d never really been