Page 20 of Which Witch Is Wicked?
Take off your shirt. I want to feel your skin.
The more they talked, the more real their conversation seemed.You can’t feel me.
But I can. Take it off.
She closed her eyes, pretending Dru’s hands tugged her black tank top from her body. She rubbed her fingers lightly over her lace bra, enjoying shivers of sensations. Moist summer air should have chilled her skin, but being bare stoked her internal furnace.
Nice. But I want skin.
Dru?
Yes?
Are you really there?
Yes, love. I’m here in your mind. I’ll be there soon in person.
She trembled at the thought. Having him actually touch her was all she wanted.
Skin…he reminded her.
She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting it fall slack before she dropped it at her feet. She held her breasts and glanced down, the soft moonlight caressing her skin, making her glow.
A sharp distraction ripped through her thoughts, followed by a resoundingfuck.
Dru? Thathad notbeen her imagination.
Sorry. I forgot how beautiful you were, and a damned pedestrian came out of nowhere.
You can see me?She glanced into the surrounding night, searching for a sign of him.
I can see what you see when your guard is down. Feel what you feel. Can you not sense me inside you? Close your eyes. Feel me. You’ll find me.
She quivered in reaction as she closed her eyes. Behind her lids, she searched for the place she’d pretended didn’t exist. The white hot center of need. A deep longing pierced her, sharpening to a red point somewhere beyond her eyelids where it pulsed like a heartbeat.
Drustan.
She flung open her eyes, and the crimson remained off in the distance like an X marking the spot on a treasure map.
A soft chuckle floated on the breeze. “Yes,” it seemed to whisper.If I were there already, you would no longer be in jeans. I want to see you, Claire. All of you. Take them off.
She popped the button on her jeans and tugged them off her ass, caressing her thighs as she slid them down her legs.
Your skin is so soft. I’ve felt it a thousand times in my mind and can never get enough.
His sexy words caused a heated rush to pool between her legs. She stepped out of her jeans and then ran her hands across her stomach and over her black lace panties. “Have you felt this?” She ran her forefingers inside the elastic edge of her panties in a teasing gesture.
You’re killing me, he groaned, bringing forth a similar response from her.Don’t stop, Claire. I want you to slip your hand down your panties. I want to feel your softness. I want to know how wet you are for me.
“Oh, God,” she whispered, knowing in that moment he owned her. She couldn’t refuse if she wanted. Her hand shook with need as she followed his directions. Every sensation from the smoothness of her skin to the texture of her lace registered in her mind with agonizing slowness. If he really could experience her consciousness, she wanted him to live this in detail.
“I want you, Dru.” She traced her fingers over her mound and sought out the heated core hidden there. Moisture greeted her, and she trembled. She drew a solitary finger between her folds and gasped. She experienced his reaction to her touch, his essence burning deep inside her. A mini-orgasm rolled through her, and she pulled her hand back in surprise.
No, his voice roared through her mind.Don’t stop, Claire. Don’t stop until I tell you to. Take off those panties. Then look at yourself. I want to see you naked.
I don’t want to do this without you.
You’re not without me. I’m right there. Feel me.
