Page 24 of Provocation (Temptation 3)

“Do you know how good you feel that way? Every time I slam into you from behind, feel your pussy walls constrict around me…” He licked his lips, facial muscles tensing as he fought against his own orgasm. “It’s heaven, love. Fucking heaven. That’s what being with you feels like. Like I’m in fucking heaven. Nothing’s ever felt so good. So right. You were made for me. I feel it in my heart. Now, give me your orgasm. Come for me, beautiful.”

His words set me off, my body as much a slave to him from hundreds of miles away as it was when he was inside me. Eyes squeezed shut, I bit my lower lip to muffle my cries as I shook and quivered through my orgasm.

“That’s right, baby. I’m the only one who can make you feel this way. Never forget it.”

“Never,” I assured him, amazed at just how intense an orgasm he was able to pull out of me without laying a single finger on me.

This wasn’t the first time I’d touched myself. I wasn’t a prude. But, god… I didn’t know phone sex could be so fucking incredible.

“Let me watch you,” I said, body still tingling. “I want to watch you come.”

Within seconds, he released an anguished cry, his phone shaking as he jerked through his own release, my name on his tongue a cross between a benediction and a curse.

Neither one of us said anything for several moments as we attempted to get our breathing under control.

“How was it?” he finally asked. “You’re not freaked out, are you?”

“Actually, no.” I smiled. “I quite enjoyed myself.”

“As did I. Hell, I more than enjoyed myself. Even from a couple hundred miles away, you drive me wild, Julia.”

He ran a hand over his face, shaking his head, staring at me in awe. “What are you doing to me? I barely recognize the person I was just a few weeks ago.”

“I feel the same about myself.”

He sighed, rolling over onto his side, as he typically did after making love to me. I did, as well, facing the side of the bed he slept on, propping my phone up on the pillow, as if he were here with me.

“Are you happy with me?” he asked. I could almost feel his hand skimming down my frame.

“Deliriously so.”

“Good. You make me…” He sighed. “I’m not sure there’s a word in the English language to properly describe how I feel when I’m with you.”

“How about in Hawaiian?”

He furrowed his brows. “Hawaiian?”

“Yeah.”

He contemplated for a beat, then smiled. “Actually, there was this saying my mum often said. A well-known Hawaiian phrase.”

“What’s that?”

“‘He ‘olina leo ka ke aloha.’”

“I understood the aloha, but that’s it. What does it mean?” I rested my head in my hand, sighing contentedly.

“‘Joy is in the voice of love.’ I never really understood it.”

He focused his intense gaze on mine, so many emotions swirling within. Including one I didn’t think possible so soon.

“Until now.”