Page 29 of Bedroom Therapy

He laughed again. She loved that laugh. It was yummy. Like hot fudge on vanilla ice cream. But she wasn’t going to make another mistake and tell him that.

He was right. Talking on the phone unleashed her inhibitions in a way she might have found shocking, if she’d had time to be shocked.

“She said I’d like you.”

“Oh?”

“She knows me pretty well.”

“Are you wearing the tee shirt and shorts you put on after I left this morning?” he asked suddenly.

“Yes. Why?”

“I want to picture you as accurately as I can. You said you were aroused. Are your nipples standing up? If I were there in the bedroom with you, could I see them through your tee shirt?”

“Tee shirt and bra!” She looked down and saw the twin points outlined by the soft fabric. The bra did nothing to hide them. She had dragged in a breath and let it out when he said, “Are they nice hard little points?”

She managed to say, “Yes,”

“Take your hands and just run them over those tips. Do that for me.”

This was crazy. She should stop. But because she didn’t want to stop, she did as he asked and made a small sound of pleasure.

“Ah, that’s nice,” he murmured. “Did you do that with the fronts of your fingers—or the backs?”

“The backs,” she told him, hearing the catch in her voice, fighting embarrassment.

He didn’t give her time for embarrassment. “Where are you?” he asked quickly.

“Lying down.”

“Are your legs together? Or spread apart?”

“Together,” she whispered. Pressing them together was increasing her arousal.

“Open them for me.”

“Why?”

“I want to picture you that way. Spread open for me.”

“Oh! She did as he asked and found that it made her even hotter to follow his directions.

“If I were there with you, I’d run my hands up the insides of your legs, up your thighs and find the nice, hot center of you. Would that feel good?”

She couldn’t answer—only make a strangled exclamation.

“Are you wet for me?”

This time, against all odds, she managed to get out one syllable. “Yes.” But she was glad that he couldn’t see the red flush heating her cheeks.

She was feeling like a blushing schoolgirl. Because she wanted to take back some control, she asked, “Are you still on the couch? I want to picture where you are.”

“Yeah, I’m lying down now.”

“Did you take off your shoes?”

He laughed. “Worried about the furniture?”

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