No one called my hands beautiful. They were artist’s hands. Rough and scarred, often stained, but right then, I believed it. Believed him. I was so close I’d believe anything. And yes, he was right.
“Slide one hand into your pants.”
“What? I’m not wearing pants.”
He groaned. “Panties. Knickers—I don’t fucking care what you call them. Touch that throbbing clit.”
And I did.
His name was a scream as I came up off the floor and curled to my side, clamping around my own hand, desperately wishing it was him. I couldn’t hear him around the roar of my own heartbeat between my ears.
But I tasted tears as I tried to come out of the release. It held me under like an undertow. His voice edged into my subconscious. I was still curled on my side, the phone stuck to my belly.
“Zoe?”
I fumbled with the phone, taking him off speaker and tucking the cell under my ear. “Here. I’m here.”
“Fuck, I wish I was there. I heard you and fuck, I came too. You sounded so bloody beautiful.”
I let out a shaky laugh. “I thought I was dying.”
“Jesus. You’re fucking evil.”
“Yeah, maybe a little.” His voice was exasperated and husky. I couldn’t stop smiling. “I’ve never done that before.”
“Phone sex?”
“Yeah. Now I feel all corny.”
“Well, you sure as shit didn’t sound corny. Coming your bloody brains out, and I was just a voice. My cock is still a fucking pike over here. I could fuck you for days.”
“We’ll prove that theory tomorrow.”
“That is a true statement, Magic.”
I rolled up to a seated position and I stretched with a low groan. “Should have climbed in my bed though. Floor was a little rough.”
He groaned. “Did I mention you were killing me?”
“Maybe a little.” I stared up at him on the wall. Okay, so it was his boot, but it was him. “I gotta work.”
“What? You’re going to leave me just like that?”
I laughed. “I just figured out what one of my paintings needed. I gotta go fix it.”
“You’re a cruel, cruel woman.”
“What time are you coming for me tomorrow?”
“Well, if you want to be particular, I just came for you about five seconds ago.”
“Perv.”
“I need another shower. Maybe even to jack off again. I should have recorded that orgasm for the lonely nights. Then again, it would probably send me insane.”
I let out a startled laugh. “You say the weirdest shit.”
“Yeah, well, you make me nuts.”