Page 29 of Edge of Unbroken

“I forgot to tell you that I dreamed of you a couple of nights ago,” he says. “I can’t remember what the dream was about, but I remember waking up feeling really content.”

“I dreamed about you, too, but I can definitely remember what those dreams were about,” I say, hinting.

“What did you dream?”

“I don’t think I should tell you now.”

“Why not?”

I giggle. “Because it wasn’t exactly PG.” I blush even though he can’t see me, and even if he could, he’s seen and felt all of me. There’s no need to blush around Ronan, but still I do.

“Can you at least give me a general idea?” he asks, his voice husky.

“Let’s just say it involved you, and me, and the hood of your car.” I grin, knowing that Ronan’s imagination is bound to be running wild right now.

“Jesus, Cat,” he growls. “I love that you have dreams like that.”

“More than once,” I say, edging him on.

“You should do something about it.”

It’s not immediately clear to me what he’s alluding to. “What do you mean?”

“Sounds like you need a release.”

“And how would I do that? Are you worried I’m going to hook up with some guy? Because I’d never do that to you.”

He laughs. “No, that’s honestly not what I meant. I meant you can always… help yourself.”

“Oh.” I blush again. “But I honestly don’t really know how. Remember when I told you I’d never had an orgasm before you?”

“I remember. But haven’t you ever just… scratched your own itch?”

I know exactly what he’s referring to and the temperature in my face continues to rise. “I’ve tried, but I’m obviously no good at it.”

“There’s no such thing as not being good at it,” he says. “You’re probably just not patient enough with yourself. Baby, just do what feels good. Touch yourself how you’d want me to touch you.”

“But I don’t even know how I want you to touch me until you do it, and then it just feels so good. It’s like you know my body better than I do,” I say. This conversation is such a testament to how much I trust Ronan; I don’t even talk like that with my best friend Julie or with Vada.

“Not really,” he says. “Although I intend to spend a lot of time getting to know it a lot better when I finally get back,” he says, his voice gravelly. “I just pay attention to how your body responds when I touch you a certain way. You just have to try yourself out.”

I giggle. “Is that what you do? You try yourself out?”

“Absolutely. And the same thing won’t always work for you. Just depends on the day, how you feel, how pent up you are,” he says. “Like tonight, I can guarantee you that it’ll take me about sixty seconds flat to take care of the issue.”

“You’ll… You’re going to… take care of… of the issue tonight?” I say, swallowing hard. I’ve never spoken this openly about masturbation with anyone.

Ronan chuckles. “You think you can tell me about you dreaming of us having sex on the hood of my car and not expect me to get worked up about it? Cat, even you just telling me that you wear my shirt at night and nothing else got me turned on, and now this? Trust me when I say that I have a very vivid imagination when it comes to you.”

“Okay, now you’re actually gettingmeworked up,” I confess as heat pools in my stomach.

“Go do something about it,” he growls.

“I can’t right now,” I whisper. “Julie’s still here.”

“Then do it after she leaves. And then report back to me on Sunday. In a lot of detail.” I can practically see that mischievous half smile on his face.

“Is this what our phone calls are going to be like?” I laugh. “We’re just going to do this to each other over the phone until we see each other again?”

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