Worth the Risk_ A Contemporary - Megan Hart Page 0,83

anticipation. She’d taken a step she wasn’t sure she was ready for, but somehow typing words on a screen seemed less scary than saying them in person. Than in actually having a man in front of her, ready to get her naked, ready to have sex.

erectorset1241: I’d have been there in ten minutes.

She laughed, both horny and amused. It was a familiar feeling, but one she hadn’t felt in a long time. She remembered all at once that was how she’d often felt with him. Horny and amused, or horny and angry. But always horny.

shesewsbuttons: Sure you would have. You don’t even know where I live.

erectorset1241: If you asked me to come there and fuck you, I’d find it. All you have to do is ask.

But she couldn’t do that, could she? Nervousness assailed her, along with a memory so vivid it made her clench her thighs together in a sudden spasm. She thought of the time she’d gone to his apartment, meaning only to drop off a couple of videos she’d borrowed. The second she walked in the door, he’d pushed her up against the wall, been inside her in minutes, made her come hard, twice, before even saying hello.

shesewsbuttons: I can’t do that.

erectorset1241: Because we didn’t go on a date?

Because w—

She stopped. Because why? What excuse could she give? She’d been ready to go to bed with Philip, who she barely knew, just to get laid and get it out of her system. Yet she balked at the thought of having Shane come over, the man she knew could send her to the stars. Someone she knew.

Because there’s too much between us, she typed, but didn’t hit Send. There was too much history. Too much angst.

erectorset1241: Arden?

shesewsbuttons: I’m here.

erectorset1241: Do you want me to come over?

shesewsbuttons: No.

erectorset1241: You’re lying.

She was lying, but picturing the smug grin on his face as he sat in front of his computer didn’t make her feel better. For one instant she hovered her cursor over the exit button, ready to turn off the chat before she got herself into more trouble.

erectorset1241: You still there?

Her fingers moved on their own, typing before she could stop herself. Yes. I’m here.

erectorset1241: You sure you don’t want me to come over?

Yes. But she wasn’t sure, was she?

erectorset1241: Do you want to come?

Not come over. Come. She shivered at his play on words, so blatant and impossible to ignore when they blinked at her in stark black and white.

erectorset1241: Do you still make that sound?

She gasped. Her clit spasmed, her nipples became hard as stones. Her hand went to her heart to hold it inside her chest, convinced it was going to fly right out. That sound. She knew the one he meant, of course, was as familiar with it as she was with the sound of her laughter.

He knew just how to work her. He didn’t give her time to respond, just continued.

erectorset1241: I’d like to hear it again.

You can’t hear through the computer message, she typed, knowing that was a lame retort, but unable to come

up with anything better.

erectorset1241: I can imagine it.

shesewsbuttons: This is silly.

erectorset1241: You’ve never had cybersex?

She laughed again, hovering now on the edge of hysterical laughter. He was good at that. Keeping her on the edge.

shesewsbuttons: No.

erectorset1241: Want to?

shesewsbuttons: With you?

erectorset1241: No, with George Bush.

shesewsbuttons: I don’t know how.

erectorset1241: Easy. Just touch yourself and pretend it’s me.

Well, she’d done that often enough, even recently. Her blush got hotter, but her fingers flew over the keys. Are you pretending I’m touching you?

erectorset1241: Yes.

That simple declaration made the breath leave her again, as she imagined him stroking himself. He continued before she could reply.

erectorset1241: I have my cock in my hand, and I’m pretending it’s in your mouth.

She should be offended, taken aback, but the only response she could muster was a low, soft moan.

erectorset1241: I’m thinking about you on your knees in front of me.

Oh, mercy. She was thinking about that too.

shesewsbuttons: And then what?

Arden crossed her legs and scooted in the chair until her clit rubbed up against her panties. She’d learned long ago that if she rocked her hips in just the right way, she could come without having to touch herself. She needed both hands free to type, and this way she could more easily imagine Shane’s hands on her body, rather than her own.

erectorset1241: Then I push you back. We’re on a bed. I get down between your kne—

A pause, and she smiled while she pushed her hips back