Page 53 of Reckless Desires

I hear what sounds like a refrigerator open and close and then the sound of a cap being popped open.

“Everything is good here. I’m just working and going to school. Pretty mundane when you line it up against what you’re doing.” I laugh, realizing just how different our lives are. Not that it’s the first time I’ve thought about the fact that I’m me and he’s Bordeaux Daniels, but each time it hits me, it’s like some grand revelation all over again.

“Hey,” he says, his voice growing deeper, more serious. “Don’t compare the two. Nothing about you is mundane, sugar.” I hear him take a deep breath. “When are you coming to see me?” His voice gets lower, somehow even more sexy and gravelly. “I’m fucking dying to taste you again. Don’t make me wait much longer.”

I gasp at his words, my breath hitching in my chest. I’m dying to taste you again. I feel like I’m living in a dream.

“Is Indiana too early?” I ask. “Noblesville is less than three hours from the city. I can drive and not deal with Midway or O’Hare. The airport drives me insane, and the drive is totally doable.”

“Nothing is too early. That isn’t even possible, but are you sure you want to drive?” he asks and I assure him that yes, I would very much rather drive than deal with the two flights.

My body is still reeling from his comment a few minutes ago, my mind flashing back to the recording studio, his penthouse, and the way I feel when we’re connected in the most intimate of ways. I never allowed myself to think this was possible after Manuel. And now that I know it is possible, I’m afraid it’ll slip right through my fingers all over again.

“I was thinking I could come out on Friday, stay for your show on Saturday, and then leave early the next morning,” I tell him, totally unaware of the logistics. Frankie said if I wanted to sneak away to one of their shows to just let her know and she would work a weekend for me. But I don’t even know when he needs to leave for their next destination.

He seems to think about it for a minute, then tells me that should work perfectly. “We won’t be leaving Indiana until mid-week after the show. We’ve got a magazine interview and shoot on Tuesday, so we’ll leave after that. If you wanted to stay until later in the day on Sunday, I wouldn’t complain. It’s our off-day.”

The eagerness in his voice kills me in the best possible way. “I might be able to do that,” I tease.

“Oh, you will be able to do that,” he says, his voice shifting again. “Did I mention how much I miss you?”

I don’t normally take orders from anyone, but for him, I will gladly.

“No, I don’t think you did,” I tell him, biting my bottom lip, my heart picking up pace in my chest. “Want to tell me again?”

He laughs and it’s like music to my ears. I could listen to that laugh forever and never tire of it.

“I miss you so fucking much, Isla.”

I feel bold; he makes me feel confident and alive. Dangerous.

“And what else?” I ask, trying to bait him, missing his touch. A few days wasn’t enough with him. I need more.

Bordeaux’s voice lowers, and I hear the sound of leather squeaking as he shifts on whatever he’s sitting on. “All I can think about is how good my cock feels inside your perfect pussy.”

“I like that you’re thinking about being inside me,” I whisper, lowering my voice to match his. No one’s home right now, but I’d rather not be yelling sexual explicits and have someone come home without me knowing.

“What are you thinking about?” Bordeaux asks, and my heart pangs to life. Butterflies swarm in my stomach and I suddenly feel like a pre-teen again, getting all giddy and excited over a boy.

I smile, unable to control the happiness that rises inside of me. “I’m thinking about the recording studio…” I tell him, “and the bathroom and your car…” I hear his breath shift. “I wish you could touch me right now.” I don’t know where this woman is coming from. Who do I think I am initiating fucking phone sex? I don’t know what’s gotten into me—other than Bordeaux—but I kind of love it.

“You could always imagine me touching you, sugar,” Bordeaux says. “Do you want to do that for me?”

“Are you alone?” I ask, sliding down my yoga pants and lifting my smock over my head. “Because if you are, I’m going to need you to tell me everything you’d be doing if you were with me right now,” I say, my voice light and airy.

Bordeaux groans into the phone, “You’re killing me right now.”

“So does that mean you aren’t alone?” I ask, the heat in my body rising.

“I’m alone right now; I’m back on the bus. No one else is here yet, but it won’t be long.” He sighs. “I just need you here with me. That’s the only way to solve this.”

I cannot wait to be back in his arms. I need him so badly.

I allow my fingers to dip down into my center as I imagine what we’d be doing if we were together right now.

“I’m touching myself, B. Talk to me.” He likes to have control, but I want control, too. “Tell me everything you’d do to me.”

And so, he does.

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