Page 8 of My Cowboy Date
“Ooh…what are you wearing?” she teases.
“Nothing but a towel.”
She groans. “You don’t make it easy on a girl.”
I’m griping the phone so tightly I think I might crush it. I loosen my hold a little. “You like the thought of me in nothing but a towel?”
Aspen
“I do,” I tell him honestly as I pour myself something to drink and sit in the chair by the window. “I’m thinking there’d be a noticeable bulge.”
“Fuck.” He draws the word out in a groan. “I like it that you were thinking about my cock.”
“I’ve noticed that you appear to be adequate in that department. But I couldn’t say for sure since I haven’t seen it,” I tease.
“Adequate?” He chuckles. “If you want to know for sure, I can come over. Hell, I’ll run over so fast, I’ll pass my own damn self in a blur.”
I laugh. “Do you know what Ireallythink about you?”
“Please say it’s the thought of introducing me to the nookie.”
I spew my beverage everywhere I’m laughing so hard now.
“Sadly, that doesn’t sound like a future invitation is in the works.”
I cough a few more times, then clear my throat. “What I really think about you is that you’re an amazing guy.”
“That doesn’t have the same zing to it that, “Wilder, you’re so huge, get over here with that cock” would.”
“I guess I’m hesitating because…”
“Because of your ex?” His voice is soft like he’s trying to offer comfort.
“No. It’s like when men talk about a fish that got away. It’s way bigger to hear them talk about it than in reality. I’m assuming the same applies with whether a cock is big or not.”
“You assume wrong about me, honey.”
I squeeze my legs together, trying to tamp down my desire. “I wish I could invite you over, because I ache for you, but I’m a coward. I’m afraid of falling for you and ending up hurt. Plus, if we start something and it ends badly, it would be awkward to see each other around the ranch. I’d feel like I needed to find another job and?—”
“Whoa, honey. Let’s address one issue at a time. You said you ache for me.”
“I do.”
“What do you wish I’d do to appease that ache?”
“I wish you would touch me.” I swallow. I can’t believe I’m talking this way to Wilder over the phone.
“Then let’s do this right now. What do you want me to touch you with?”
“With your fingers.”
“Tell me what else you want me to do.”
I breathe faster. “I want your eyes on me.”
“What do you want me to see?”
“I want you to see my naked breasts.”
