“Yeah? I miss you too, Lina. I know we haven’t been able to spend a lot of time together. Our schedules kind of suck right now, so I was looking forward to getting an hour of your time this morning before I had to fly out.”
She palmed her stomach, rubbing the ache of loss. “I’m sorry. Again. I seem to be saying those words a lot lately. My head is going in a million directions right now. Normally my phone is on me at all times. I tossed it on my desk and promptly forgot about it.”
“Babe. It’s okay,” he said, and she heard the laughter in his voice. “It’s not like we’re never going to see each other again. Monday, right?”
“Yes. Monday. But that’s five days away. Right now it seems like an eternity.”
She knew she was being foolish. She’d be swamped between now and Monday and wouldn’t even think about Drew.
Much.
“We could always have hot phone sex every night. Then you wouldn’t miss me as much.”
Her body coiled with need, desire driving a pulsing sensation deep in her core. “I’ve never had phone sex before.”
“Neither have I.”
She settled onto the sofa. “Somehow I find that hard to believe.”
“Why’s that?”
“I don’t know. It seems to me you’ve done just about everything.”
“I’d never had sex at the Garden. Definitely never had a blow job on the ice before. That was a first. You’ve given me some mind-numbing firsts, Miss Preston.”
She loved when he got formal with her. “We’ve had some firsts together, then.”
“It’s too bad it’s not spring or summer. I’d like to take you outside on your garden patio and make love to you out there.”
She took a deep breath, imagining him pushing her up against the wall, sliding his cock inside her as a warm summer breeze blew over both of them. The flowers would be in bloom and the scent of jasmine would waft over her as Drew thrust into her, slow and easy.
She leaned back on her sofa and closed her eyes, her hand drifting down to cover her pussy. She ached with need for Drew, wanted him here with her right now.
“What are you thinking about?” Drew asked.
“You and me, up against the wall on my terrace in the summer. I’d wear a dress—no panties, of course—so all you’d have to do is unzip your pants and you could be inside me.”
“You’re making me hard, Lina.”
“Are you touching yourself?”
“Yes.”
This was thrilling, talking about sex over the phone. Not nearly as good as having him here with her, but her nipples were hard and her pussy wet. She slid her hand inside her panties, her fingers cool against her heated flesh.
“What are you doing, Lina?”
“I have my hand inside my panties and I’m rubbing my clit.”
“Christ.”
“And you?”
“I’ve got a stranglehold on my dick. Just listening to you breathe hard could make me come. Not to mention visualizing you touching your pussy.”
She smiled at that, loved that she could push him right to the edge without him even seeing her. “I can’t help it. You make me hot.”