Page 47 of His Surrender

“I’d like to be doing you,” I said, gliding a hand down my bare chest.

“Is that so?” His breathing shifted, and his voice turned husky. “If I was there… what would you do to me?”

Hot damn. Even after jacking off in the shower, I was already getting hard again. I closed my eyes, my heart beating quicker. “I’d kiss your neck to start.”

“Mm. I like neck kisses.”

“I know you do.” I had never had phone sex before, so it was another first for me. New territory where I couldn’t rely on my body to do the talking. “As I kissed your neck, I’d glide my hand across your chest, tweaking your nipples.”

He breathed heavier. “I’d ask you to put one in your mouth.”

“Anything you want, darlin’. I’d put my lips around your nipple and lightly flick my tongue. My hand would move down your body and grip your rock-hard cock. Are you touching yourself?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Show me.”

Remi softly moaned in my ear, the sound like fuel to my lustful fire. “We could video chat.”

“Let’s do it.”

We hung up, and then I video called him. As his face appeared on my screen, my heart skipped a beat… and it had nothing to do with my arousal. I hadn’t realized how much I wanted to see him until then—his dark hair and soulful eyes.

“Privyet,” he said, smiling at me.

“Wow. Look at you.” I raised my brows. “I’ll have you speaking Russian in no time. Now… you were supposed to show me something.”

A sly grin touched his lips. “Was I?”

“Have you ever done this before?” I asked, settling back against the pillows and propping the phone on my chest.

“A few times,” he answered. The light from the lamp lit one side of his face while casting the other half in shadow. “I dated a guy who traveled for work and we’d do this sometimes.”

“Oh.” Why did that bother me? “I haven’t.”

“Really?”

I nodded. “Never saw a point in it. Why have phone sex when I could go out and have the real thing?”

“Yeah?” Remi placed his phone on what I assumed was his nightstand judging from the angle, and then he lifted an arm, resting it behind his head. It was so fucking sexy. I could see most of his body too. “Why waste your time doing it with me?”

“Because I don’t want anyone else,” I said without thinking.

“Prove it.” Remi caressed his neck and tilted his head back, exposing his throat. He liked when I kissed him there, and I enjoyed doing it. He was clearly teasing me.

“Prove what?” I asked, surprised by the gruffness in my voice.

“That you want me.” He moved his hand down his chest and to his belly button. “Tell me all the things you’d do to me if I was beside you.”

“Put that hand on your cock, then, darlin’, and I’ll pick up where we left off.”

With a grin, he slipped his hand farther down his body and gripped his shaft. “Talk to me. Tell me what you’d do.”

“I’d kiss down your beautiful body,” I said, trailing a gaze down his chest and wishing I could touch him for real. “Once pushing your legs apart, I’d slip your cock into my mouth, licking your slit as I palmed your balls.”

“Fuck, that gave me chills,” Remi said on a moan, fisting his tip—one that now glistened with precum. “You’re good at this.”

“I’m glad you approve, Mr. Barnett.”