Page 118 of The Catch

I stroke myself once. Twice. I close my eyes and focus on the sensation, on the call, on us.

I frown in concentration. "If you want to say something, say it. If you feel something, give it to me. I'll take all of you. I'll make it all mine."

"Saint—" my name is strangled on the phone.

I'm pumping faster now. "Bella, sólo tú. Only you can get me hiding in a random room like this when I want to be there with you. Speaking into the phone when I should be saying sweet nothings to your ear. Touching myself when I want to be inside you for hours."

"I'm going to come. Saint!"

"Come for me, bella. Eso, así." I swallow her moans and grip myself harder. "Tan divina. I'm seeing you breaking in my arms, Ames. Giving into this climax that's for me, even if I'm miles away. I can see your face, you know? It's seared behind my eyes. I know how you look, and I need more of it."

Her breathing is broken by the spasms I can't see, but I know rake her body. My lungs match her, because my own orgasm races behind her.

"One day soon," I groan, "I'll love you unhurriedly, fully, thoroughly. Until I lose myself in you, and you don't want to be anywhere else."

"Gael…"

I come. I say things but I don't know what. It's dangerous to forget myself like this, but it's not in my control, and all I can do is let my climax take over. I've already been saying things I probably shouldn't, and it didn't stop me. My feelings overflow and I can't stop them, either. My brain is empty, and my body is pulsing and trembling, and my senses are on overload. The yellow lights above themirror shine like suns, and they're the stars by which I find my way to the present moment again.

I open my eyes slowly. My lungs still work hard, but I'm recovering. Ames seems to be back to herself as well, from the slowing breaths I can hear on the phone.

"What did you say?" she asks.

I wince. "Errr.. when, exactly?"

"Just then. Not the Spanish— well, I guess it could have been Spanish then at the end, too."

"Damn." I take a deep breath and open my eyes. "I guess we'll never know."

"Did I blank out your mind, then, Gael?"

I smirk. "Everything is empty, I think."

She chuckles. I grab toilet paper to clean up after myself.

"What about you?" I ask. "All nice and liquified?"

"Yeah. Good job, sir."

"Ma'am. At your service."

"I'll just sayyoucalledme, Saint."

"I'm a proactive servant, what can I say?"

I get myself back in order, turn off the light, and go out into the darkened bedroom. With a smile on my face, I sit on the bed.

She laughs. "Five stars. Though the Spanish should get a special mention. Is that your secret weapon? You hadn't used it like that before."

"Never used it like that before. I can't say that I planned it."

"Really?"

"But if you liked it, I'll call you bella as much as you want."

"Divina was my favorite."

I grin. "Noted."