Page 28 of Texting, Trouble & Touchdowns
Lucian: No, you’re not. You’re holding your phone tight, heart racing, thinking about it.
Olivia: . . .
Lucian: That’s what I thought.
Olivia: I’m going to ignore you.
Lucian: And somehow, I believe that if I knocked on your door right now, you’ll beg me to stay.
Olivia: If you show up at my door, I’ll simply ignore you. Good luck staying outside my door.
Lucian: That sounds like a challenge.
Olivia: It’s a warning.
Lucian: Mmm. We’ll see. Be ready for me, Liv. I don’t like to be kept waiting.
Olivia: I have to wake up early.
Lucian: You’re no fun.
Olivia: I’ve been telling you that, and yet, here you are, still texting me.
Lucian: Because I know what’s underneath all that resistance, sweetheart. You like the push and pull. You like the teasing. And if I had my hands on you right now, I guarantee you tell me to wait.
Olivia: You think very highly of yourself.
Lucian: I don’t think. I know.
Olivia: And what exactly do you know, Lucian?
Lucian: I know that if I were standing in front of you right now, I could have you naked in under two minutes.
Olivia: That’s bold.
Lucian: It’s honest. I’d start slow to mess with you. Maybe brush my fingers over your shirt’s hem, making you squirm while I look you in the eye. Then I’d drag it up, inch by inch, feeling your skin heat under my touch. I bet you’d shiver when I get to your ribs, try to pretend you’re unaffected, but your breath would hitch—just a little.
Olivia: . . .
Lucian: And then I’d have your bra off, and, fuck, Liv, I’d take my time. My mouth would be on your skin, teasing, tasting, sucking those perfect tits while my hands roam lower. I’d strip you bare, get you trembling before I even touch you where you need it.
Olivia: Good bye, Lucian.
Lucian: No, you’d say more. And when you do? I’ll drag my fingers between those thighs and find you soaked. You think I’d tease you then? Maybe. Maybe I’d take my time, stroke you slow, just enough to have you gripping my shoulders, panting in my ear. Or maybe I’d drop to my knees, push your legs apart, and lick that sweet little cunt until you’re coming so hard you forget your damn name.
Olivia: Lucian.
Lucian: Say it like that when I’m between your legs, and I’ll make sure you don’t stop screaming it.
Olivia: I—I can’t believe you’re doing this.
Lucian: I’m just making sure you’re ready for what’s coming. And trust me, sweetheart, when I get my hands on you, you’re not walking straight for days.
Olivia: You are so full of yourself.
Lucian: Baby, I’ll have you so full of me, you won’t be able to think straight.
Olivia: I’m ignoring you.
