so…fervent.”
“Nice word choice,” he said around a yawn. “I would’ve gone with crazed, enthusiastic, eager.”
Marquetta adjusted her pillow to get more comfortable. “Are you in bed?”
“Yep, all snuggled in. What are you wearing?”
“Really? You’re going with that line?” Again, she found herself laughing. He was simply too outrageous.
“I love it when you laugh, but be careful,” he warned, “I could drive over there and see for myself.”
That quickly, her laughter dissipated. If he came over, she’d let him make love to her, she just knew it. She wouldn’t be able to tell him no. She was more than a little bit shocked at how strong her feelings were toward him. He was so dangerous to her well-ordered life that it frightened her. She didn’t want him to wield that much influence.
“Are you in your jammies?”
Marquetta contemplated lying to him, but her inner vixen chose the truth instead. “Actually, I sleep in the nude.”
Silence came over the line, then finally, “Are you playing me?”
“Of course not,” she replied, feeling a little insulted. “I’m not a child, Jensen.”
“I know you’re not,” he was quick to reassure. “You’re all woman, and I’m about to explode, imagining what you must look like right now.”
“Ah, my poor baby,” she crooned. “Too bad you aren’t here.”
“I do know where you live,” Jensen warned, his voice turning dangerous. “Be very careful what you say, girl.”
She laughed, feeling impetuous and brazen for the first time in years. “Since you’re already in bed and I’m already naked, I think it would be a pity to waste such an opportunity, don’t you?”
“Hm, what’d you have in mind, beautiful?”
“If I were with you right now, I think I’d like to climb on top of your gorgeous body.”
Ah hell, now that was a pretty picture. “Ride me, you mean?” he asked, needing clarification.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean,” she confirmed, and Jensen could tell their conversation was getting to her.
He liked that she sounded a little unsteady. He could all but feel her mounting desire. “If you were on top and I was buried deep inside you, I wouldn’t be able to be gentle.”
“You wouldn’t?”
Her voice got husky and low, turning Jensen on more. “I’d want it quick and hard. I’d want to fuck you so damn good, sweetheart. I want to pound my cock into you over and over again.” He gave her a minute to let his words sink in. “Does that scare you, or do you like the idea of driving me crazy?”
Nothing.
Silence.
“You’ll have to tell me,” he coaxed. “I don’t want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable. Not ever.”
“Yes.”
Her quick one-word reply made him grin. “You don’t want me to stop right now?”
“I really don’t want you to stop,” she answered.
“Let’s be sure we’re thinking the same thing here.” His tone deepened with arousal. “Tell me, Marquetta, do you want me right now? Do you want me hard and fast and so damn deep that it’s unclear where you leave off and I begin?”
“Oh my God. I can’t believe I’m doing this.” She groaned. “But yes, I do want that. So much it hurts.”
His cock hardened. Her breathless words turned him on something fierce. “Touch yourself, sweetheart,” he softly ordered. “Right now. Stroke your pretty nipples and play with your clit. If I can’t be there, then caress that pretty body for me.”
“I already am,” she murmured.
He stiffened. “What are you doing? Give me something to think about until I see you again.”
“I’m playing with myself.” Her breathless reply had him going ramrod stiff. He waited to see if she would say more, and he wasn’t disappointed. “I’m doing what you said. I’ve got my breast in my hand, and I’m massaging my pussy.”
Damn, he wanted to go to her. Just drop the phone and go to her house and make love to her until the sun came up. But Marquetta
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