Noah (The Mitchell/Healy Family #1)(52)
Author: Jennifer Foor

“Yeah, I bet it is a little more than that.”

“What about you? Have you thought about me?” Curiosity had gotten the best of me. I needed to hear that he’d thought of me. I wanted to touch myself and pretend he was doing the same thing.

“I’ll answer that when you tell me what you’re wearin’.”

I giggled, like it was a preposterous question. “Seriously?”

“I’ll start.” I could hear him shuffling around. “I’m naked, lyin’ in my bed. I just got out of the shower.”

It was so clear in my mind, still so new that I could imagine every detail of his sculpted body. “I don’t believe you.” Another attempt to avoid answering.

“Hang on.” I heard his phone make a couple noises. “I don’t know if you can get messages while you’re talkin’, but I sent you a picture. Feel free to look at it whenever you’re thinkin’ about me.”

“Like I would do that. You’re crazy.”

“The answer is yes, by the way.”

For a second I thought I’d missed something he said. “Yes?”

“Darlin’, I can’t get you out of my head.”

All of a sudden I got so hot. It was like my body had been set on fire. He wasn’t anywhere near me, yet I was burning up hearing him say that I’d been on his mind. He still wanted me, which told me that if he could have, he would have stayed. “Same here.”

“It sounds like you and I have unfinished business.”

I closed my eyes and imagined him being in bed next to me. I knew he’d be touching me, kissing me until I responded. “Talking to you only makes this worse.”

“What worse?”

I bit down on my lip and decided that I just didn’t care anymore. “How bad I want you, Noah.”

He moaned in my ear. “Tell me again.”

I reached my hand into my panties and touched myself as I spoke. I felt so dirty doing it, yet so heated knowing it was happening. “I want you so bad.”

“Touch yourself and say it again.” His voice, so deep, sent shivers down my skin.

“I am,” I whispered. “I wish it was you.”

He was getting into it, more than I was prepared for. “Close your eyes and tell me what you want me to touch next.”

I didn’t know how many times he’d done this with other women, and frankly I didn’t care. I followed his instructions, only stopping when I realized that I needed to make some adjustments. “Hold on. I’m going to put you on speaker so I can use both hands.”

“That sounds so f**kin’ sexy, Shalan.”

I sat the phone down next to my pillow and removed my shirt first. I then jumped out of the bed and took off my underwear and bra. I climbed back on and closed my eyes. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. It’s so embarrassing.”

“Just go with it. It’s just me and you.”

“Can you just hop on a plane and come back for a few hours?”

“If I need to.”

“I was kidding.” As much as I assumed he was kidding, something about his tone told me he was very serious. It made me wonder just how much money he had lying around for afternoon delights.

“Where were we? Oh yes, you were touching yourself. Close your eyes.”

“They are.”

“Can you feel me kissing the skin behind your ear? Can you feel my tongue sliding across the lobe? Are you getting goose-bumps over your arms?”

I kept my eyes closed and pictured him doing what he was telling me. Sure enough tiny little bumps formed on my arms and I could feel my ni**les hardening. I reached up and pinched both of them, never opening my eyes and spoiling what was happening. “Keep talking.”

“Tell me what it feels like when I’m inside of you.”

Seriously, this was almost hotter than actually being in a room with him. As long as I had my eyes closed and he was talking to me, I could picture him touching me. I thought about him entering me. “It’s so tight. I feel full.” My breathing was increasing, and I couldn’t stop running my fingers over my clitoris as I spoke. “You’re kissing me to distract the pain at first.” I leaned my head back as I spoke. “Oh yeah, right there. I don’t want it to stop.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to come and I know you can make it happen.” My admission made me open my eyes for a second, realizing I was telling him things I would usually keep to myself.

“How do you want to come, Shalan? Tell me what you want me to do.”

I cried out, forcing myself to orgasm against my fingers. “I want you to f**k me,” I spat out. “Please don’t stop.”

Noah chuckled quietly against the phone. “You’re so f**kin’ sexy when you come.”

He knew. He’d heard me doing it, and I felt so ashamed. “I didn’t.”

“Yes you did. Don’t stop now, woman. I’m about to bust this load. Keep talkin’.”

Hearing him admit to doing the same thing was shocking. I’d thought he was playing around. Suddenly I was swept away again, feeling overwhelmed with sexual desire. I ran my hand up and tasted myself. I made a sucking sound I was sure he could hear. “Mmm, you should taste it.”

“Darlin’, I won’t ever forget it. What else are you doin’?”

I ran my hands over my ni**les, rubbing my palms over the hardened tips. “I’m touching my br**sts.”

“Sit up and spit on one of them.”

I did as ordered. “Okay.” Saliva started running down the brown area.

“Rub it slowly with your fingers, and watch yourself. Describe it to me. Tell me how it makes you feel to watch yourself.”

I moaned and bit down on my lip. “I’m so turned on. It’s slippery and I can feel my pu**y throbbing. I want to touch it so bad. I want to make myself come again thinking about you.”

“Are you looking at your pu**y?”

I propped myself up for a perfect view. “Yes.”

“Good girl. Touch those lips. Slide your fingers inside and get them wet.”

I was about to explode the moment I touched down there. Trying to focus, and knowing what I was doing was dirty was making it hard to concentrate. “I am.”

“Now rub that sweet juice all over your clit. Use your thumb like I do it. Pretend it’s me touching you there. Can you come again for me?”

“Yes,” I cried, feeling waves of pleasure take over my entire body.