Down and Dirty(42)

Whatever u asked me to.

His cock pulsed and thickened as the possibilities ran through his head like a movie. But how far to take it? What if she was just buzzed after a few beers and playing around?

R u still there?

As if he would go anywhere right now. He paused with his fingers on the keys and thought of how best to respond.

Yep. I just don’t know if you’re ready for what’s coming out of the door you cracked open.

The wait was interminable, but when her two-word response finally came, he wanted to pound his chest and shout.

Bring it.

Maybe not a declaration of love, but pure fucking Cat Thomas. And that was enough for now.

He pressed the call button and waited. Two rings and a whispered, “Hello?”

It was past the time for games. “Are you lying down?” he demanded, his voice all grit and growl.

“I…yes. On the couch.”

“Good, now take a deep breath and let it out slowly.” When he heard her do it, he whispered, “Again, Cat, only this time, close your eyes. I want you to think about that night in the hotel. Remember how it felt to have my hands sliding over your body, trailing along your breasts…lower.”

“Yes,” she murmured.

“Spread your legs apart for me, then slide your finger along your slit. Tell me if you’re wet, Cat.”

A moment passed with no sound but that of her labored breathing. “Yesss.”

Her response was like a fist closing over his cock, and he arched his hips helplessly toward the unseen hand.

“Don’t stop. Get your fingers nice and slick and rub them over your clit. I want to hear you, babe. Tell me how it feels.”

The phone was muffled for a second and then she gasped.

“Does it feel good, Cat?”

“Yes.”

“You know what I remember most about that night at the lake? The sounds, those sexy little sounds you made in the back of your throat. I had blue balls for three days.”

Her choked laugh made him smile.

“I don’t know how I managed to walk away from you. All I can think about now is getting you to make those noises for me again.”

“Wouldn’t take much right now,” she breathed.

His pulse thudded, and he shifted in his seat in hopes of easing the pressure in his groin. “What do you want from me, babe? Tell me and it’s yours.”

“Your mouth. I want your mouth on me.”

Fuck yeah. “Is your clit ready for my tongue?”

“Shit, mmm, yes.” Her voice was getting thicker, her words running together.

He tried to make it last, to keep talking, but his cock was like a nine iron, and his brain was starting to fry from the heat. Covering the phone with his hand, he turned off the ignition, got out of the car. He made his way to the front door almost in a daze, then turned the knob, relieved when it gave with ease. With a silent thanks to the gods of trusting cul-de-sac dwellers in low-crime Rhode Island, he pushed open the door and stepped into house. Time to see if Cat was ready to put her money where her mouth was. He padded slowly through the kitchen and stopped when he heard her whisper.

“Shane?” she murmured into the phone a little louder this time.

He stood, silent in the kitchen doorway, and stared. She was reclined on the brown leather couch, half-naked, her shapely legs bare in the moonlight. Her shirt was pushed up high to reveal peach, hard nipples standing out in stark relief against her pale skin. Her head was thrown back, red hair spread across the couch cushion, and her right hand moved delicately between her thighs. His mouth went dry, and he tried to speak in spite of all the blood draining from his brain to his cock. Only a coffee table separated them, and he fought back the urge to leap over it and pounce on her.

“Shane?” she said again, then pulled the phone away to frown at it.

“I’m here,” he finally managed through gritted teeth. She jerked up and cried out.

“Holy shit, when did you—” She moved her hand from between her legs and struggled to sit up, but he crossed the room in a few short steps and stopped at the end of the couch.

“Don’t stop. Put your hand back.”

She stared at him, green eyes wide with shock, but the need was still there just below the surface.

“Lay back.”

She hesitated for a second but slowly reclined backward, trepidation plain on her face.

“Don’t be embarrassed. That was about the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” And that was the truth. He stepped closer and took her hand, leading it back between her thighs. “You said whatever I want. This—” He slid their entwined fingers through her wet folds and his knees nearly gave out. “This is what I want.”

The doubt faded, and a mischievous smile tugged at her lips. She nodded and sank deeper into the cushions. Holding his gaze in the dim light, she found her clit and fell into a hypnotic rhythm. He followed her every move as she slid her free hand up to cover one breast, caressing her nipple.