Page 27 of The Swiping Game
“I do.”
“Do you feel how badly I want you? Because I do. I’m hard right now by just the thought of you.”
“Yes.” And that’s not a lie; somehow, I can. In this fantasy he’s describing to me, I feel his weight on me. I feel his lips against my skin. I feel his hardness against me as he travels up and down my body.
I feel it all. And scarily enough, I want it all.
“I wish I were with you. I want to feel your body crumble under me. I want to feel how soft you would be in my arms. I want you to never have to worry about anything ever again. I want to take all your pain and worries away.”
“You are,” I say as I start feeling my body come alive. Between his words and the vibrator, I’m not going to last much longer. “You are the only thing on my mind right now.”
“God, Tara.” His words are turning more into growls, which is the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. I wonder if he’s pleasing himself like I am. That thought only turns me on more. “Ever since the moment we connected, I haven’t been able to think of anyone else.”
“Me neither,” I say, my body starting to grow tight at my impending orgasm. “James, I’m so close.”
“Me too,” he says. “Think about the cabin. Think about us. Think about that first time we’re together. How you’ll feel against me. How I’ll feel inside you. Let it pour through your body. Ah!”
“Yes!” I can’t help but yell as my body combusts in an orgasm like I’ve never felt. And from the heavy breathing I hear on the other end of the phone, I’d guess I’m not the only one coming down from an orgasm unlike any other. I had them with Brad, sure. And I’ve given myself a few over the years. But this one? It feels different than every other one I’ve had.
And I have a sneaking suspicion as to why.
I don’t know how long we lie there in silence. I’ve never had phone sex before, so I’m not quite sure of the protocol. What I do know is that my body feels as relaxed as I have felt in weeks, and money and douchebag exes are the farthest things from my mind.
“Wow, that was . . .”
James trails off, and I can’t help but laugh. This man has never been short on words or knowing exactly what to say. Though I’m glad I’m not the only one speechless.
“Yeah,” I say. My smile grows as I start to replay his words in my mind.
“Feel better?”
“Much.”
“Good.”
I try and hold back a yawn, but it escapes. I glance over my shoulder and am shocked when I realize it’s one in the morning.
“I should probably go to sleep. My morning is going to start sooner rather than later, and my boss’s first appointment is a lot to handle.”
For some reason, this makes James laugh. “I bet he is. Maybe he’ll be nice and bring you coffee.”
Now it’s my turn to laugh. “I wouldn’t hold my breath. He did it once this week and I’m convinced it was because he was trying to poison me..”
“Maybe his niceness will continue?”
“I’ll believe it when I see it,” I say, another yawn coming through. “Talk tomorrow?”
“You know it. Sweet dreams.”
“Sweet dreams.”
