Page 32 of Hooked on a Feeling

He gave her a low chuckle. “I’m still interested in the marina. I’m still interested in the pretty little brunette who is staying at the marina too. You still in a towel from your shower, Starr?”

“I think you know the answer to that one.” She shifted slightly, the pulse between her legs increasing at an exponential rate. “What do you have in mind?”

“FaceTime me. I want to watch you get off.”

“You sound so sure of yourself.” She swallowed. “Like, that I would do that for you.”

“Is your pussy humming at the thought?”

“Yeah.”

Laughing, she pressed the button to switch the call to video. His face took up the screen. His jawline was peppered in facial hair, indicating that he hadn’t shaved all weekend. The lighting was dim, almost casting him in shadow, but damn, he looked hot as hell. “Hey there, tough guy.”

“You look lickable.”

“Oh yeah?”

“When’s the last time you let a man watch you play with yourself over video?”

Heat rose in her cheeks. “This is going to be the first time.”

“Lucky me.”

She shifted the phone so that it was pointed at her chest and began to toy with the towel. “This what you wanted to see?” she teased.

“It’s a start.” He, too, shifted. He was lying in his bed. His shirt was off, showcasing the striking black lines of tribal art that weaved across the top of his chest and went around to his back, where they turned into an anchor.

“A start?” She pulled the towel open, still leaving the video on her chest. “How about now?”

“Are you wet?”

“Why don’t you just walk over here and find out?”

“Oh no. Tonight, it’s video sex. I get to watch you get off. Show me the way you touch yourself.”

His commanding voice, coupled with the way his gaze was fixated on her, was enough to redden her cheeks and cause heat to pool in her lower belly. She clenched her legs together. She was definitely wet. She trailed two fingers across each nipple. “Like this?”

“Pretend I’m not in the room. I want to watch what you do when you’re alone.”

“I left my vibrator in Colorado.”

“That was a stupid mistake.”

“No shit.” She trailed her fingers along her stomach, holding the phone above her so that she could give John a direct line of sight.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. That’s right. Spread those sexy legs apart.”

“Is this doing it for you?” She dipped her fingers into her sex, flicking her clit. “I want to see your cock.”

He did that low, rumbly chuckle that somehow spread across her heart, warming her inside and out. “I’ll show you my dick, but I’m not getting off. This is all about you. Stick ’em in.”

She glided her fingers inside and began grinding against her palm. It was hard to hold the phone above her and touch herself with the other hand, but she was game for giving it a shot.

“Set the phone down. In front of your spread legs so I can have a full view of you. Your wet pussy. Your tits. Your face.”

She was giddy with nerves and bent forward to put a throw pillow near her feet. She propped the phone against the pillow and leaned back. “That good?”

“Oh, baby, that’s fucking perfect.”

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