hell, yes, she’d liked it hard from him.
‘What’ll you do to me if I slip up again?’
Slip up? Oh, yeah, she could think of the exact thing he’d slip up and into her.
‘I’m sure I could come up with a suitable punishment.’ Oh, this was ridiculous. She was getting turned on by the slightest smut talk? ‘I’ll find some way of restraining you.’
So many ideas of restraint just flooded her head. She heard the faintest strangled sound and smiled. She wasn’t the only one sensing the innuendo.
‘What if I fight back?’ he asked softly. Ominously. ‘You know I do like to tease. And I can keep that up for a long, long time.’
‘You’d want to draw it out?’ She slid lower into her bed. Her toes scrunching, trying not to let her hips flex the way they were begging to.
He sighed—oh, it was more of a groan. She could hear the sensual ache in it. Her hands yearned to touch, to relieve both of them.
‘Draw out and then push back in. Deep. Over and over,’ he muttered so soft. No double talk now. Direct, so close to dirty. And devastating. ‘I keep seeing you...’ His sentence drifted.
She bit her lip, her need to know overwhelming. Her hidden aches opening wide again. ‘Seeing me what?’ She hardly formed the words.
‘You like my hand between your thighs.’
She sucked in a shocked breath.
‘You do,’ he insisted. ‘It’s one of your favourite things. It makes you come.’
She couldn’t deny it.
‘Do you wish my hand was there now?’
She rolled slightly, closing her eyes as she sank deeper into the bed—deeper into the half-dreamland he was conjuring with those low words.
‘I know how hungry you are. How impatient you get,’ he said, relentless now in his seduction. ‘You have your hand between your thighs now, pretending it’s mine.’
She gripped the telephone receiver harder. Her other hand curled exactly where he said, unable to resist the temptation.
‘I know what you’re going to do,’ he said.
‘What would that be?’ She clenched her upper thighs together hard. The tension spiked her need higher. Every sense sharpened—her hearing acute, her skin a receptor of pleasure.
A soft pause, enough for her to sense this was no tease now. He was sharing an intimate truth—his private fantasy—and entwining it with hers. So intensely personal.
‘You think of me. You can’t help but touch.’
She’d been holding her breath so long, now a tiny gasp escaped.
‘You have to touch. You touch where you want me to touch you. How you want me to touch you.’
She screwed her eyes tighter at the intimacy in his tone. The assurance of that direction. ‘And what do you do?’
Another deep sigh. ‘I want to watch, to listen, but I want to touch too. And then all I can think of is you riding me hard.’ He swore. ‘You rode me so good.’
Ellie trembled, holding back the release that was a single stroke away. They were having unintentional, accidental phone sex? How had that happened?
She turned her burning cheek, shifted her damp body onto a cool stretch of cotton sheet. Absorbing the chill, desperate to restore sanity. ‘Ruben,’ she whispered. ‘I have to go now.’
‘Ellie,’ he whispered back.
‘Yes?’
‘Dream of me.’
She had been for weeks. Every damn night.
HE DIDN’T call for a couple of days, which was frankly a record. And the next time he did, she knew there was something they needed to get in the open if this was ever going to work out. She darted to the nearest bathroom for some privacy to talk to him, staring at her pale, sleep-lacking skin in the mirror.
‘You know that if...if you meet up with someone else, you don’t have to keep it secret from me. You can tell me. Okay?’ She held her breath.
His answer was so long coming she’d nearly turned blue.
‘Okay,’ he said slowly. ‘Same for you.’
‘Of course.’ She breathed out painfully. As if she could meet anyone as gorgeous as him.
‘Have you met up with anyone else?’ he asked.
‘No. No.’
‘Nor have I.’
She licked very dry lips. ‘I know you have needs, Ruben. I’m not going to be...bothered. We’re friends now.’ As much as she’d hate it, maybe it would be better if he did hook up elsewhere. Then the agony of waiting for that nightmare would be over.
Again he took his time replying. ‘And you’ll tell me if you do?’
She laughed. ‘I’m off the market for now. This job is taking up all my time. It’s what I want to focus on for the next while.’
‘What about your needs?’
She hesitated, hadn’t meant for this conversation to be about her at all. ‘I haven’t got time to think about them.’
‘Maybe you should think about them or they might sneak up on you again.’
She bit her lip, glad he couldn’t see how she’d now gone red in the face—how her blood was zinging all round her damn willing body. ‘That night in the chateau was a once only.’
‘Yeah, and I don’t think I’m ever going to forget it.’
* * *
It had been over three weeks since he’d last seen her and he’d thought he had it all under control. He’d been wrong on that.
‘Hey,’ he said as he got to her table—supposedly they were to have lunch. But it was crazy the way his pulse was pounding.
Her smile couldn’t have been more rewarding. Her eyes glittering—deeper in colour than he remembered. She sparkled. And he had nothing under control. The less he saw of her, the more he thought of her. It wasn’t supposed to be that way at all. Wasn’t the maxim ‘out of sight, out of mind’? But she was more than in his mind, she was in his body and in what little soul he had.
She was wearing jeans—heaven help him—with a white blouse and as she looked up at him he could see the lace edge of her bra. He’d become that much of a randy schoolboy he was reduced
