Page 57 of Come Apart
I nod, even though she can't see me.
"Yeah. I want her to actually get better, not go from crisis to crisis. But I'm sick of talking about Samantha."
She murmurs some acknowledgment. Alyssa must understand. She's always trying to get out of conversations.
She clears her throat twice. Exhales a heavy breath into the phone. "Well, um, here's the thing..."
I like the sound of that. "Yes?"
"I was thinking... We could do things... on the phone." She's so breathless she can barely get through the words. She exhales, harder this time.
I really like the sound of that. But still, I need to torture her as much as I can.
I am as coy as possible. "What kinds of things? Chess?"
"I hate chess."
"Pawn to A4."
"Not chess!"
"That's a terrible opening!"
"How would I know? I hate chess. It's awful and boring." She groans. It's a low, throaty groan.
It's sexy as all hell.
But still, I need to torture her as much as I can.
I exhale into the phone. "And the whole point of the game is protecting the king."
"But isn't he useless? Isn't the queen some kind of Lady MacBeth with all sorts of mad skills?"
"And you acted like you knew nothing about chess."
She groans, louder this time. "Goddammit, Luke. Why do you make my life so difficult?"
"Because you like it better when I make you wait." And I like it better when I get to watch her contort in pleasure for as long as possible.
She sighs, giving up any pretenses. "You know what things I mean. Where are you staying?"
"Miss Summers, that doesn't sound like an appropriate question."
"Oh, God." She mumbles something.
I can practically see her cheeks turning red, her teeth sinking into her lip. She's flustered.
She's so fucking cute when she's flustered.
"A hotel," I say.
"A nice hotel?"
I look around the room. It's yellow from the fluorescent lights, but dim at the same time. I need something more vibrant. It would be more vibrant if she was here to brighten it with her smile.
God, if she was here, I could feel her body against mine. I could feel her breath on my neck. Her nails on my back. And she would whisper in my ear. Maybe we could...
She'd blush, a little shy about it. And the color would be so fucking gorgeous on her skin. So pink and bright, like her lips. And she'd press those lips into mine, and they would be soft and sweet. So fucking sweet. And I would run my fingertips over that amazing, soft skin, and she would groan and arch and shake, and I'd keep doing it until she was writhing in pleasure. Until I was so hard I couldn't take it anymore.
"Luke?"
"It would be nicer if you were here."
"And you're alone in your room?"
I grin.
"Miss Summers, what exactly are you getting at?"
