Page 34 of Not So Fast
He allowed his own eyes to drift shut, bringing up the memory of the moment before he kissed her. The moment when everything changed.
“It’s embarrassing to admit, but no one has ever said anything like that to me before.”
“And that is a travesty. I’m glad I could remedy the situation.” He cleared his throat, gathering the nerve to ask one nagging question. “Can I trust you, Mia? I feel like I can, but we’re wading into complicated waters here.”
“Because we’re flirting?”
“We both know it’s more than that.”
“Fair enough.” She let out a quiet sigh. “But as a woman who earns her living from your sport, I have a lot to lose if anyone found out about this. As I recognize you do, too.”
“We have to trust each other.”
“Yes. Whatever transpires during this or any other phone call between us needs to stay exactly there—between us.”
How he hoped that proved to be true. “Where are you right now?”
“In bed. I was just lying here texting you.”
He groaned softly, picturing her luscious brown hair against a crisp white pillow. “I’m on the couch in my living room. Thinking about you. Tell me what you wear to bed, Mia.”
She giggled. “Seriously?”
If only she knew how serious he was. “Yes.”
She sucked in a deep breath. “Usually just a T-shirt. Actually, I’m wearing a Mega Racing shirt tonight.”
“Which one?” He had to plant the full picture in his mind.
“The one with the Union Jack on it. And this year’s car.”
Oh, yes. He knewexactlywhat she was wearing, and the vision materialized with zero effort, the way her curves would fill out every soft, cottony inch of the garment. “Panties?”
“No.”
“Good. I like that.”
He smoothed his hand across his stomach and lifted the hem of his T-shirt, imagining her fingers running across his skin. His cock responded by growing impossibly hard in his jeans, blood and heat rising in his skin. He unbuttoned his pants, then drew down the zipper. The ache between his legs was immense. He needed release.
“I want to take my pants off, but only if we’re going to take this all the way. If you don’t want to, I won’t.”
The other end of the line went quiet for a moment. “I’m already touching myself, Xander. So yeah. I’d like to take this all the way.”
She was killing him. In the best way possible. Cradling the phone between his ear and shoulder, he raised his hips and shucked his jeans and boxers. His erection sprang free, full and hard.
“Remember that thing you said about me on your podcast? The thing that made you famous?”
“Are you doing that right now?”
“I am. I have my dick in my hand.” He stroked hard up from the base, rubbing his thumb over the tip.
“I bet you have a glorious cock.”
He groaned harder, the pressure building. “Perfect for burying myself in you.”
Mia gasped. “I want that, Xander. I want you.”
He stroked harder and harder. “Tell me how you’re touching yourself.”
