Page 59 of Dirty Little Mistake

I sucked in a deep breath and slid right to answer.

"Hello?" I mumbled, my voice thick with almost-sleep, which made my voice low and seductive.

"Damn," he groaned, his voice dropping an octave, and I could picture him biting down on his bottom lip and toying with his lip ring. "You have that sexy, sleepy voice right now."

I ducked my head, cheeks flushing. "I'm sorry."

"Oh, don't apologize, baby," Trystan purred, his voice like warm honey through the phone. He paused, then added with a hint of vulnerability, "It just makes me miss you more. Can you do something for me?"

"What's that?"

"Talk to me. I need to hear your voice."

"What do you want to talk about?" I fell back against my bed and rolled to my side.

"Anything but Owen."

I sucked in a heavy breath as my mind reeled with what to talk about and decided to make him really miss me.

"Do you want to hear about my dream last night?"

"Mmhmm..."

I lowered my voice and closed my eyes. "You showed up at my window in the middle of the night." I still remembered the dream clear as day.

"Oh yeah?" He perked up, curiosity coloring his tone.

"Yeah, it was raining."

"So I was wet?"

"Soaking wet."

"And what were you doing?"

"Sleeping," I answered. "You stripped down and crawled into bed with me."

He released a low, throaty groan. "And what were you wearing?"

"Nothing. The heat of your wet naked body curling into mine woke me up."

"Did you like it?"

"I loved it," I flipped to my back.

"Fuck, baby, I'm so fucking hard right now. I miss you. I miss touching you. I miss the feel of your body against mine." I squeezed my eyes closed, picturing his hands on me. "Did you touch yourself when you woke up from your dream?"

"Yes." The word came out as barely more than a whisper, my throat suddenly dry.

"Did you fantasize it was me touching you, making you come?"

"Yes." I paused for a brief moment before asking. "Are you touching yourself now?" My heart raced, anticipation and nerves battling for dominance.

"Yeah, baby," he purred. "Your picture is on my phone, and your sweet fucking voice is in my ear. What about you?"

"I am, but I wish it were you. It's not the same."

"I wish I was there right now. I wish it were my mouth on you. Tell me what I did to you in your dream."

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