Page 19 of Too Hot to Sleep
"I thought your voice sounded a little strange," she said, "but I figured it was my new phone. If you're under the weather, though, I'm doubly sorry to wake you. This can wait until you're feeling better."
"No!" he practically shouted. "I mean, um, I was already awake and I'm glad you called."
"Actually, I called to apologize," she murmured.
He wet his chapped lips. "For what?"
"For... disturbing you last night."
He smiled into the phone. "Don't apologize. I... enjoyed it."
"You did?"
"I've been thinking about it all day."
"You have?"
Especially when we were together."Yes."
"I... was afraid you'd think I was being too forward."
Her little laugh was the breeze he'd been waiting for all night long. Ken closed his eyes. Rob Trainer didn't deserve her. "Not at all. You were wonderful."
She sighed, a silky sound that made him bite back a groan. "I wish you were feeling better," she said, her voice wistful.
Ken sat up straighter, careful to keep the phone away from his mouth. "I feel well... enough."
"Well enough?" She laughed again, and his body hardened. "Well enough for an encore?"
He slid back against the pillows and exhaled. "Absolutely." A protest swam in the recesses of his mind, but desire chased it away. Desire for Georgia Adams. Because as wonderful as his fantasies had been the night before, now he knew what she looked like, how her skin glowed, the way her hands moved. "What are you wearing?"
"Nothing," she whispered. "It's too hot."
He groaned, imagining her lying in bed, arms stretched overhead, her back arched. She reached for him, bringing him to full erection within seconds. "Georgia, my God, you're so beautiful. Come to me."
"I'm here," she said. "Kiss me... touch me."
"My hands... on your shoulders, arms, stomach."
"Mmmmmm... lower."
"Oh, you're killing me."
"That's it. There."
Her string of telltale moans tested his endurance. When he couldn't stand it any longer, he said, "Wrap your legs around my waist."
"Mmmmmm. Make love to me... now."
The quick sultry request nearly put him over the edge, but he held back, wanting to prolong their encounter. Her hair spilled all around, long and dark against her tangled sheets. Her breasts jutted, her thighs... welcoming. Oh, heaven help him."Ahhhhhh," he breathed, easing inside her tight channel. "Oh, yes."
"Mmmm... all the way," she urged. "Yes, deeper… faster."
He obliged, gritting his teeth to match her rhythm without losing total control. "Georgia, I can't... last long. You're too much."
"Oh, I'm almost there... yes..." She gasped, then cried out, a desperately divine sound that drained his energy and his restraint. Ken yielded to her intensity, then matched it, their moans mingling into one song. His muscles bunched, then eased with diminishing spasms.
A comfortable silence stretched between them as they slowly recovered. His eyelids drooped. Georgia's sighs were definitely the cure for his insomnia.
