“Yes.” Why was he asking? “Did something happen last night that I—”
“No, no. I wanted to ask how you’d feel about maybe not using condoms.”
“Oh.” I didn’t know how I felt about that. It wasn’t something I’d done before. Didn’t he say he’d slept with thirty women before me?
He must have sensed the question in my hesitation. “I’ll get tested and prove I’m good, even if you want to keep using them.”
“I can do the same.”
“You don’t need to do that,” he said quickly.
“No, it’s only fair.”
“No.” His voice was tight. “I’ve already seen your test results.”
Of course, at the club. What smart man would drop twelve grand without checking the quality of the product? “Right.” Since he couldn’t see my face, I cringed a little.
“Hey, whatever you’re comfortable with, I am too.”
The idea of having nothing between us was appealing. “If you can show me it’s safe, I guess we could try it.”
“I’d like that a lot. You will, too.” His voice sounded like sin.
My hand wandered down to the silk tie at the waist of my pants, toying with it. “So, tell me about last night.”
“What about it?”
“We had sex twice yesterday. Wasn’t enough for you?”
He made a noise, sort of like a laugh. “It was, trust me. But when I got home, I saw the bottle of wine from the club, and even after I’d put it away . . . I got really fucking hard thinking about it.”
I shuddered and undid the silk knot keeping my pants closed.
“Which part?” A wicked smile curled on my lips. “Be specific.”
“Where are you?”
“In bed.” I heard a car horn honk in the background, signifying he was still stuck in traffic.
“You mean, in the closet. Ironic, don’t you think, given what you did to that girl at the club?”
My fingers crept inside my panties. “That wasn’t exactly my idea.”
“No, I suppose it wasn’t. But, shit, it was so fucking hot. Are you touching yourself?” He asked it like he already knew the answer.
“Maybe.”
“Naughty girl. I wish I could come over right now and help.”
I stifled a moan when my fingers circled, teasing myself. “Why don’t you?”
“It’s late, and traffic’s a bitch. You’ll have to wait until I can do it right.”
My fingers moved faster, becoming slick in my arousal, and I didn’t bother to quiet this moan. I closed my eyes, wanting to listen to his sexy voice. Hearing him without seeing him was a lovely reminder of our time with the blindfold.
“You should probably stop now,” he said, hushed. “I won’t give you permission to come when you ask.”
“What?” My hand stilled. “Why?”