Page 119 of Prey for You

Sam nodded and started counting breaths for me. “It’s a panic attack, babe. You need to breathe through it and focus. I’m here. Right? I’m not going anywhere.”

“What if they find these phones?” I said through numb lips. “What if we can’t even call—”

“Stop. Stop thinking about things that haven’t happened. Look at me. I’m here, right? I’m with you.”

I nodded, inhaling long and slow through my nose, then blowing it out of my mouth.

“Listen to me… Nothing but my voice, you hear me? I’m your fucking world.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Good, now take off your shirt.”

I laughed. It was kind of high and shrill, but it was real. “Sam, I’m not—”

“You do as I told you,” he growled in Cain’s voice and my heart fluttered at the same time my coreached.

I didn’t feel sexy. And this phone sex stuff was never really where it was at for me. But seeing his eyes—so dark and his expression so stern, Iwantedto listen to him.

So, I hurriedly nodded, then put the phone down across the hallway, leaning it against the wall so I could see him with my hands free. Then I unzipped my thin jacket and pulled off the camisole underneath that was still a little skewed because Sam had messed with it.

“Naked. I want you naked.”

I was torn between thrill at him and his attention, and wanting to cry and hide in bed. But then I thought… to hell with it.

I took off my shoes and threw them down the hall, then lifted my hips and slipped my leggings down.

When I was naked and bent both my legs up, Sam growled and my belly fluttered. God, I loved his sounds.

Then I was just sitting there naked, a little chilly, and staring at him in the phone.

Sam had stopped moving and was staring into the phone, eyes dark.

“Lick your fingers,” he said gruffly. I did as he said and he nodded. “Now, you put those pretty fingersexactlywhere you want my tongue.”

It was a little robotic, but I did as he said, and my body responded which made me inhale sharply. Sam’s eyes narrowed. “Use your other hand on your breast the way I do,” he rumbled.

My nipple was hard because it was cold. The extra sensation started filling that hot pool of need behind my navel and my breathing sped up.

Sam was nodding, his eyes bright. As I kept touching and rubbing and moving my hips, he cursed.

“Keep going. I need to do something,” he rasped.

I watched as he looked away from the phone, left and right, then turned. A minute later he’d propped the phone on something—in the branches of a tree, I thought, because Sam leaned against something behind it and fumbled at his jeans.

Seeing him braced on one hand over the phone, looking down on me, and his jaw clenching, eyes hot, just the way he was when I could touch him… it made desire jolt through me.

Then he got himself loose from his jeans and started palming himself. He was already hard and his voice got tight and breathless as he continued to slowly pump into his own hand and stare at me, still leaning over the phone.

“Keep going,” he rasped. “Don’t stop. I want to hear you scream. Every touch, every scent, it’s all me. All mine. I’m doing this to you, Bridget. You hear me. That’s my finger. My lips. My tongue… all that need you’ve got, I’m going to take it and give it back to you the way you like it… right?”

“Yes,” I breathed immediately. “Yes.”

He growled. “Add another finger, spread yourself, show me.”

I did, and the sound that came out of his throat made my whole body jolt.

“Oh, fuck, Sam—”

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