Page 46 of Prey for You

“If my wife’s so tired, it must be time to go to bed, hmmm?”

Her eyes narrowed. “I don’t like going to bed alone.”

I smirked. “You aren’t. But I want you out of that fucking chair and somewhere I can see you.”

Her breath rate was picking up. She licked her lips, but there was a war going on in her beautiful eyes—a question she couldn’t shake. I needed to break through.

“Now,Bridget,” I snarled.

I smiled when she moved so fast she almost tripped on her chair.

SOUNDTRACK:When You Say My Nameby Chandler Leighton

~ BRIDGET ~

Some time later, naked on my bed, my heart pumped so hard I felt it in my skin. I was beginning to sweat.

At Sam’s instruction, I’d set my burner phone up on my tripod on the floor at the end of the bed. I’d never been a huge fan of phone sex—not nearly enough external stimulus for distraction. But every time I started thinking, I’d just lift my head and see Sam staring at me, his face filling the screen on the phone, his eyes so dark I wondered if the lighting was down on my phone.

I couldn’t see his hot body, which sucked. But those eyes…

I groaned and let myself slump back on the pillow, closing my eyes and letting his dark, gravellyCainvoice wash over me.

“Put your hand on your stomach,” he rasped. His breath was getting heavier with every word. “Drag it up—that’s me touching you, beautiful. Fingertips just barely touching your skin so you goosebump and tingle, all the way up… that’s right. Thumb on your nipple, just flicking it side to side until it’s all the way hard… yesssssss…”

Even though my own touch wasn’t nearly as hot as his, having his voice fill the room, instructing me… I shuddered and he groaned.

“Put two fingers inside—and spread your legs wider, I want to see every fucking inch of you, babe.”

I was panting as I did what he asked, my body thrilling in waves. When I drew my fingers back out they were slick.

Sam cursed. “You feel me, Bridge?” he said hoarsely, panting. “Feel me touchinginsideyou first, curling, then pulling out slowly and sliding up—press as hard as you can stand it, babe, I want your body twitching when you reach—oh,fuck yes. Keep going.”

My body jolted, threatening to break. We’d been here for long minutes already, but every few seconds it would hit me that I was here alone and even though Sam was watching, he couldn’t do afucking thing.Then I’d have to focus again.

Then I’d get close and Sam would growl at me to back off. And even though it was frustrating, I couldn’t resist following him, trying to fool my body into believing it washistouch,histongue,hiswarmth on my skin.

“Do it again—harder, Bridget. I’m not being gentle tonight. I need you. It’s been too long.”

I filled myself and ground the heel of my hand against my clitoris at the same time—a different sensation that tightened me deep inside, but bordered on pain.

“Pull out, I need to see you, Bridget. Show me the touch you like—keep your fingers wet.”

A little sound broke in my throat and I pulled my fingers back out and up again, rubbing and flicking until I was shaking with need.

Sam’s deep, ragged voice was an endless refrain of growls, curses, and instructions that I barely heard anymore. My back was beginning to bow and my heels pressing harder into the bed.

“Sam…Sam…”

“I’m here, beautiful,” he groaned. “I’m fuckingright there, right with you.Don’t stop. Tell me what you need, but don’t stop.”

I wanted to keen, wanted to let go, but I was alone.

“I need to hear you,” I whispered, uncertain if he’d even hear me.

“You got me, right here—God, I wish you could see this, Bridge. You’re so pink—and getting redder. Everything’s swollen and your fingers are shining. God, I want to smell you—”

My breath caught and my body jerked, the promise of an orgasm pulsing through me.

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