Stir Me (Rouse Me 2)

"Why do you want to hear?"

"Because you're incredibly sexy." She clears her throat. "And I like it when you come."

"Do you?"

"You're evil." Her voice is low, desperate.

I swallow and dig my hands into the sheets. "And how do you propose we accomplish this task?"

She laughs. "I'm getting a drink. And then, maybe, we can talk about this further."

I shut the blinds so this room is ours.

"I could start."

"Drink first," she says.

She puts down the phone, and the room is quiet for a minute. I haven't done this before either, but God, I would do so many damn things to Alyssa. If she was here, I'd peel off her clothes and touch every part of her. I love the feel of her body, the way she responds to me. I love looking at her. I get hard just picturing her naked--the soft curves of her body, her firm breasts, those pert nipples, so perfect and pink.

Fuck.

I hear her breath first.

"I'm putting you on speaker." She sounds so nervous. "So, um..."

"Your hands can be occupied by other things?"

"I should have taken two shots." She pushes out a throaty exhale. "I, um, what are you wearing?"

I glance in the mirror on the wall. "Jeans and a cotton V-neck."

"Take them off." Her voice is so desperate, so needy. "Please."

Suddenly these clothes feel heavy. Like they're in the way. But I'm not going to let her know that. "What's in it for me?"

"My undying appreciation."

"I think you can do better than that."

"I'll tell you what I'm going to do to you when you get back here."

"And what is that?"

"Suck you off," she says.

Fuck. Intelligible thought flees my brain. Instead, it floods with the memory of Alyssa's mouth on me--that soft, sweet mouth driving me out of my fucking mind.

I clear my throat. "And what are you wearing?"

"That blue dress you like," she says.

"That's far too much. Take it off."

I expect her to object, but she lets out a sexy murmur.

I slide my T-shirt over my head. It's only fair.

My senses start turning on. The air conditioning is blowing hard, making the hairs on my neck rise. God, if she were here, I could throw her on the bed and get this room so fucking hot.