by KyAnn Waters
He offered a light laugh before getting sexy again. “Are your nipples hard?”
Another quick wave of heat. “Um, yeah. They definitely are.”
“And your pubic hair? Does it show through the white cotton, too?”
What a wicked boy, she thought. And what a wicked girl she was, as well. For the moment, she’d given up trying to fight it. “I don’t have any pubic hair. I keep it waxed off.”
A slightly stunned silence met her ear and she enjoyed it immensely. “All of it?”
“Yeah.”
“God, sweetheart, you just made my dick hard.”
Her voice came breathy, hot. “And you just made my pussy wet.”
Another tense silence—but this one was pure heat, shared across a distance of over two thousand miles.
“Touch it for me,” he whispered. “Will you do that?”
“On one condition.”
“Name it.”
“Wrap your hand around your cock for me.”
