Page 74 of Hell of a Mess
“Yes, this is, um, better,” I admitted.
His chuckle at my response made me shiver. God, I really loved his laugh.
“If I’d known you were going to leave me, I’d have left a fucking note, telling you I had business to handle,” he said. “Didn’t like leaving you there tonight.”
I’d have given anything if I could have gone with him. But if I’d told Mal I wanted to go back, he’d think I was unhappy here…which I was, but not because of anything he’d done. He was the perfect dad. I had never experienced someone trying so hard to make me happy. I couldn’t hurt his feelings and leave.
“I…I wish I could have gone with you,” I said just above a whisper, as if someone could hear me.
Luther groaned. “Damn, sugar, you sure know how to make it hard on a man.”
I did? Was that a good thing? I hated being so naive about men and what they meant or liked or…anything.
“You’re too damn sweet for me,” he sighed heavily.
“No, I’m not,” I assured him.
I wasn’t sweet. I had bad thoughts. I was just very sheltered when it came to men. It was embarrassing, considering my age, but my life hadn’t been anywhere close to normal.
Another low rumble came over the line. “Yeah, you are. I’m depraved, sweetheart. I don’t follow rules. I cross any line drawn in front of me. Mal is right to want you distanced from me.”
No, no, no, please don’t say that. I didn’t want to be distanced from him. I’d thought this conversation was going in another way. I didn’t like this path.
“I don’t like being distanced from you, and you can’t be depraved. Not the man who found me, brought me to his house, got me medical attention, held me at night when I hadnightmares…is helping me with my aversion to food.”
“Trust me, you’ve only seen the good. Well…except when you didn’t cover up your tits and I ended up emptying my load all over them.”
I sucked in a breath, and my nipples went instantly hard. The tingle between my legs that his voice alone always stirred burned hotter, and I squirmed.
“See, you’re so damn innocent that talking about it silences you.”
“No,” I blurted out, hating that he was finding more reasons to stay away from me. “It’s not that. I just—it, uh…” Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. I could say this. I was being silly. He didn’t want innocent and silly. “I liked hearing it. My body did; it made things tingle.” Oh God. I’d just saidtingle. I didn’t even know any sexy words to use.
“Don’t stop there,” he said in a husky tone. “Tell me what’s tingling.”
I licked my lips nervously. I could do this. I was an adult.
“Between my legs, my breasts…” I stopped there, waiting to see if that was what he’d been asking for.
“Fuck,” he let out a low groan. “Are you in bed?”
“Yes.” I sounded breathless.
“Are you wearing that little purple satin thing that barely covers your tits?”
I looked down at the lavender pajama set. It was the only thing I had to sleep in, but I hadn’t needed anything more. “Yes.”
“Mmm,” he hummed. “Take it off for me, sweetheart. Panties too. Let me know when you’re naked and on top of the sheets.”
I knew what this was. I’d read about it in a book. We were going to have phone sex. The tingle became a full-blown sizzle.
“Okay,” I replied, then laid the phone down so that I could stand up.
I’d gotten good with using my cast when getting dressed andundressed, but it still took me more time than normal. However, right now, I wanted to move as quickly as possible. I didn’t want him to change his mind. The buttons on the top were the most challenging, but I got most of them undone, then just pulled it over my head.
Once I was completely undressed, I climbed back onto the bed and picked up the phone. “I’m finished.”
“Good girl,” he praised me, and I had to press my legs together. “Panties too?”
