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Needing more, I dipped my fingers deep again, picturing his fingers spreading my wetness over my clit.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Rub harder, a little faster. Now arch your back for me and spread your legs a little wider.”

I’d never felt so in tune to a person that the sound of his voice was as erotic as his was in that moment. Every word he said, every demand he made, was connected to the orgasm building in me.

“Now, bury those fingers in that tight pussy, in and out, as deep and hard as you can. Picture my fingers there, I’m the one driving you wild. You’re so close. I can feel you tightening around my fingers.”

Holy shit.

I arched and pumped, grinding myself on my hand. The thrill of his voice, knowing he was watching me, washed over me.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me.”

I pulled my fingers out and circled my clit again, igniting the orgasm, gasping his name as it washed over me.

“That’s it. Oh, goddamn. You are a treasure.” His words wrapped around me, filled with an intensity that heightened everything.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart. It’s my turn.” I opened my eyes to see his head jacked back into his pillow as he gasped his release. He was so fucking hot—I’d have given anything to be with him at that moment.

We both lay panting, staring at each other through the magic of the cell phone, until a smile crept up my face, matching his.

“I’ve been thinking about you like this for so long, Jordan.” He broke our afterglow, his voice quiet and intimate.

“Really?” I whispered. My heart slammed in my chest for more reasons than the orgasm alone. Was this real? Were we on the same page and ready to move forward? Was our timing right, now?

“I knew it was wrong to be having these feelings and thoughts when you were living with me. But, Jordan, I like you. I like talking to you and spending time with you. And doing this with you, though I’d like to experience it first-hand someday.”

A rush of adrenaline, mixed with an acute homesickness, flooded my system at his words, overwhelming me. “I like you, too. I feel like you know me better than anyone,” I whispered.

“Are you okay with what just happened?”

I rolled to my side, getting comfortable, propping the phone on the pillow next to me. “Am I okay with having an orgasm? Yes. Do I wish you were here? Also, yes.”

What I wouldn’t give to be able to lean in close for a kiss or nestle in the warmth of his embrace.

In the little box on the screen, Nate shifted his pillow. “I know. I wish you were here too. But you’ll be home soon, right?”

I nodded, smiling at his use of the word. “Yes, I’ll be home soon.”

Chapter 16

Nate

Nightly video calls with Jordan the next week became my favorite thing. Knowing that I’d get to process my day with her every evening made even the minor frustrations through the day seem more manageable.

She’d surprised the hell out of me that first night, when I called after getting pissed off about her social media pictures. She’d taken them down the next day, and I let her know how much I appreciated that.

We hadn’t talked about what would happen when she got back, but I hoped I could convince her to stay with me, preferably in my bed, instead of in Pearl. But it’d be enough to know that she was close by and safe, regardless of where she slept.

I’d never asked someone to live with me, preferring to keep my space my own. But it made sense with Jordan.

She consumed my thoughts. Every day I wondered what she was seeing, experiencing, while she explored. And every night she would give me the rundown. She explored during the day and worked late into the night, sometimes choosing to work while I watched a game, and we were just on the line with each other.

The sound of a hammer banging drew me out of my daydreaming about my favorite distraction. Across the street, a crew ripped up the remains of a rotted deck.

I shook my head to clear it and glanced down at the lumber in the back of my truck.

“You have that stupid grin on your face again,” Mike said, rounding the back of my truck. “How’s Jordan?”

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