Page 55 of Captured Love

That causes her to chuckle, but this one is low and breathy. “Yes, I am.”

This conversation is shifting hard and fast into dangerous territory, but I can't seem to stop myself. It's like we're on a runaway train, speeding out of control. The smart thing would be to pull the emergency brake, to steer us back to safer ground since this chapter is so new for us, but a bigger part of me doesn't want to.

“If you were here, I'd want to kiss you,” I say, my voice rough. “Everywhere. I'd want to taste your skin, feel your body against mine.”

Selene inhales sharply. “Knox...”

“I'd lay you down on the bed,” I continue, emboldened by her response. “Take my time exploring every inch of you. Spend hours making up for our first time together. Fuck the hockey game.”

“If only I could teleport, I'd be there in a heartbeat, letting you do all those delicious things to me.”

I groan, my free hand making its way toward my sweatpants. “Don't tease me like that, Selene. It's not fair.”

“Who says I'm teasing?” she challenges. “Maybe I'm touching myself right now, pretending it's your hands on me.”

Fuck. The mental image is so vivid that I'm instantly rock hard. I can picture her sprawled out on her bed, one hand between her thighs as the other holding the phone to her ear. The thought of her getting herself off to the sound of my voice is almost too much to handle.

“Are you?” I ask hoarsely. “Touching yourself?”

There's a pause, and then, “Yes. Wishing it was you.”

A strangled noise escapes my throat. “Fuck, Selene. What are you doing to me?”

“Exactly what you're doing to me,” she whispers. “Making me so horny I can barely stand it.”

I manage to release a shaky breath. “I want you so bad right now. You have no idea.”

A soft moan drifts through the phone. “I think I have a pretty good idea,” Selene says. “Because I want you just as much.”

I want to question how we got to this point, but that would be foolish. My hand slips beneath the waistband of my sweatpants, fingers curling around my dick. I give myself a slow stroke, imagining it's her touch instead of mine. “Tell me what you're doing,” I demand. “I want to hear every detail.”

“I'm running my fingers over my…clit,” she reveals, a small gasp punctuating her words. “Circling and rubbing, pretending it's your tongue.”

“Fuck yes,” I groan, pumping my hand faster. “I'd devour you, lick and suck until you forget your name. The only thing you can do is beg me for more.”

“I'm so close already,” Selene whimpers. “Just from thinking about your mouth on me.”

“I bet you taste amazing,” I growl, my grip tightening as I imagine burying my face between her thighs. “I'd stay down there for hours, making you come over and over until you can't take it anymore.”

“Please, Knox,” she begs breathlessly. “I need you.”

My hips jerk at her words, thrusting into my fist. “Just imagine I’m there with you. Pinning you down and driving into you deep and hard.”

“Yes, just like that,” Selene moans. “Don't stop. I'm going to...I'm...”

“That's it, come for me,” I command roughly. “Let me hear you.”

A sharp cry pierces the phone as Selene falls off the edge with my name on her lips. The only sound I can hear is the harshness of her breath as she tries to catch it.

“That was?—”

“Amazing,” I finish for her. “I don’t mean to be an asshole, but I need to go because I have something I need to take care of.”

“Wait, what? Do you…Oh.”

I let out a quick laugh. “Yeah, oh. I’m going to take a nice cold shower, but I’ll text you when I’m done, picosita. Deal?”

“Deal.”