feelings about phone sex."
Oh. My. God. Every hormone in my body stood up and screamed, "Yes!!"
The man was trying to drive me insane. That was the only explanation. We'd just agreed to be friends and he was already trying to get me to have sexy phone times with him. It wasn't nice, even though it sure as hell was tempting.
"Sierra?" he asked. His voice was raspy in my ear, as though he were right here next to me, speaking against my skin.
My nipples tightened and I wanted so badly to take this a step further. To let him talk me through what he imagined doing to me and for me to do the same.
But that wasn't something friends did, was it? And if I opened that door, I would end up jumping on his joystick, literally instead of in my imagination. We weren't even one day into our agreement to just be friends and leave sex out of the equation.
"I'm not opposed to the concept in general, but I don't have phone sex with my friends," I said, emphasizing the word. I wasn't sure if it was for his benefit or mine, so I kept my voice quiet in hopes that he wouldn't hear the tremor in it. If he knew how much I wanted to say yes, he would be over here, knocking on my window, and I would not be able to say no.
"Damn. I guess I'll have to take care of the problem alone then."
My throat felt tight. "Sorry I couldn't give you a hand."
For fuck's sake, did I just say that?
There was stunned silence on the other end of the phone before Ben cracked up. "Yes, you did just say that."
Once again, I was speaking my thoughts aloud without realizing it. I was definitely exhausted, and I needed to get off the phone right this second.
"Good luck with your problems," I choked out. "I'm helping Cam out tomorrow again, so I need to go to sleep."
"Good night, Sierra," he murmured in my ear.
"Night, Ben."
I disconnected, wishing for the first time in a long, long time that the man I'd been talking to was in the bed next to me. Not for sex, but so I could roll over and curl up against him. To know he was there if I woke up in the middle of the night.
Then I realized that he was probably cupping his erection right at this moment, stroking his fist up and down his length, and I bit back a moan.
Before I could get too deep in the fantasy, I forced myself to stand up and unwrap my hair. I needed to get it as dry as possible before I put it up for the night or it would be a crazy mess in the morning. If I didn't do it now, I wouldn't do it at all.
There was a knock on my door and I couldn't control the irritation in my voice when I said, "Come in."
Cam stuck her head in the room. "Hey, you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm okay." I sighed and lowered the towel from my hair.
"What happened?" she asked.
I couldn't suppress the growl. I was frustrated with him again, but no longer about the trash bag incident. She didn't need to know that though. "Ben Murphy happened."
"How did Ben cause you to end up covered in ice cream?" she asked, sounding confused.
"He tried to help me carry out the trash," I grumbled as I went back to scrubbing my hair dry. And he left me with a horrible case of blue bean that I couldn't take care of as long as Cam was around.
"I didn't catch that," she said.
With a groan, I gave up drying my hair and threw the towel on the end of the bed. If I kept this up, I'd be bald before I went to sleep. "I said that Ben tried to help me throw the trash into the dumpster behind the shop. For some reason, my being short and female equates with complete helplessness in his eyes. We were arguing and playing tug-of-war with two very full trash bags when they busted open. Somehow, I'm the only one who ended up covered in a million gallons of melted ice cream."
"I'm sure he was just trying to help," Cam said.
I just lifted my eyes and stared at her.
Apparently, it wasn't a nice look because she recoiled and asked, "What?"
"He's a good guy. I didn't recognize it at first because he looks like a bad boy, but