Page 106 of Pick Me

Jackson:You done? It’s been five minutes.

Thea:Sorry I’m not very good at this. I think it’s working.

Jackson Calling …

“Hey,” I answered the call, my breath catching the moment Jackson’s face appeared on my screen.

It had only been seven minutes since I’d last seen him, yet my heart beat a little faster because I missed him in that short amount of time.

I laughed to myself. Three days ago, I couldn’t stand him. Now? I was practically aching for his attention.

“Hey,” he whispered back. He was in his room, his headset on with the soft glow of his table lamp casting sharp shadows over his jawline. “Mm-hm. What are you wearing?” he asked with a grin.

I rolled my eyes. Always sex. All the time.

His gaze flickered over the screen, trying to drink in whatever he could see of me—which wasn’t much. The dim light barely revealed my face, and even if I weren’t buried under my covers, he wouldn’t see much more than that. Still, his attention burned into me.

Without thinking, I flipped my flashlight on, angling the phone downward to flash my silky purple pajamas—the same pair I’d been wearing when Jackson had woken me up in the middle of the night.

A low, guttural growl vibrated through the phone.

The sound sent a jolt straight to my core, heat pooling between my thighs so fast it was embarrassing. I hated how easy it was for him to pull that kind of reaction out of me.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” His voice was thick, rough, and raw.

Was this audio porn? It sure felt like it.

“How are you feeling in there without me?”

I flipped the phone back to my face, forcing a smirk. “Pretty good. I can starfish, and there’s no giant body taking up all the space.”

Jackson exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening. “You starfished is exactly how I want you, Pyro.”

I giggled, rubbing my thighs together in an attempt to chase some relief from the tension coursing through my body. If anything, it made things worse.

“Put your phone on your nightstand.” I did as he said, but his groan made me bite back a smile. “Not like that. I’m staring at your ceiling fan.”

I glanced up, surprised he could even see that in the dim light.

“Prop it up so it’s facing you.”

“Oh.”

I leaned my phone against my lamp, checking the screen to ensure he had a full view of me.

Jackson’s eyes darkened as he took me in, his breath heavy and controlled.

“You look divine, Pyro.” His voice was rough enough to feel all the way down my spine.

Heat curled in my stomach, spreading lower as I tried to keep my breathing steady.

“What about you? You going to leave me hanging, Baseball Cap?”

“Of course not.” He followed suit, propping his phone up until I could see him. He dropped his hands to the bed, and I couldn’t help but focus on the way his fingers flexed against his sheets, like he was already imagining gripping me.

“Sit on the bed and face me, Pyro.”

I swallowed. “O-okay.”

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