MadHatter3000: LOL Now who’s the tease?
BookNerd: Honestly?
MadHatter3000: Please. My nerves are shot.
BookNerd: Are you trembling?
Maddie stared at the screen. His intimate question sent her mind spiraling off in another direction. It was just words, yet her mind easily envisioned the way they’d leave his mouth. Soft, spoken on a husky murmur. She’d bet he had a bedroom voice. Smooth and velvety. Just the thought had her stomach flip-flopping and her clit pulsing.
She reached down, easing the throbbing between her thighs by stroking her slit through her panties, typing an awkward, one-handed response.
MadHatter3000: Yes.
BookNerd: God, I love that. It’s a big turn on when a woman trembles in my arms. But the first time you see my cock, I want you close enough to touch it. I want to be able to feel your hand wrap around me.
Oh God, that did it. He was so damned laidback and subtle that all these little sexual tidbits he tossed at her hit their intended target…zinging straight to her core. No sooner had she read the words than the thought filled her mind. Wrapping her hand around his length as she stroked him. What did his cock look like? Was he long? Thick?
She found her clit through her panties and rubbed, allowing herself the moment. The pleasure that would wash over his features, though, was the ultimate. That. That’s what she missed the most about sex, what she’d enjoyed about her carefree days in college—her partner’s pleasure. What she craved, in the darkness of night when even B.O.B. couldn’t satisfy the throbbing in her clit? A partner. A hot guy who made her cream her panties and who’d put his hands and his cock all over her. She wanted the luscious feel of his warm skin against hers. His hard cock sliding in and out of her. And she wanted to watch his face when his orgasm claimed him, to hear what he sounds he made. Did Dave groan softly? Or tremble quietly?
Yeah, when Hannah had told her she was having an online fling, Maddie had understood the need.
BookNerd: Tell me what you want, baby.
This, too, got her. Baby. A term of endearment filled with inherent intimacy. All it did was fill her mind with more fantasies. Of him whispering the words in her ear. The fantasy wrapped around her like a lure, and before she’d made the conscious decision, her fingers were typing out the word.
MadHatter3000: Ok.
Hands trembling, she sat back. She prayed he knew what she meant, because she wasn’t sure she had the nerve to say it.
BookNerd: Give me a sec.
Nervous and edgy, Maddie set her laptop aside and stood, then crossed to the front windows and closed the blinds. Goose bumps shivered across her skin, and her stomach churned. She was alone in her own living room for crying out loud, but vulnerability still wrapped around her like a shroud. She could do this. She wanted this. Right?
Her laptop pinged moments later, and she turned her head. Standing out on her screen was a picture. In it, he appeared to be seated on a white couch, or perhaps a chair. He hadn’t included his face. It was a picture from the neck to the waist, but it gave her an unprecedented view of his body.
She was sure her mouth had to be hanging open or that drool dripped off her chin, because for a moment, all she could do was stare. He had strong, thick shoulders and beefy pecs. The muscles of his abdomen were well-defined without being body builder obnoxious. His biceps were firm and well rounded. Oh, yeah. Christina definitely had good taste.
He also had a tattoo. A beautiful orange and gold phoenix covered his left pectoral muscle, rising out of orange flames and gray ash. One wing disappeared over the top of his shoulder, no doubt spilling down his shoulder blade. The tail ran down his arm. It stood out on his tanned skin, yet it wasn’t flashy. The phoenix stood for rebirth, rising from the ashes. The thought of which did nothing but fill her with an overwhelming need to know the story behind it.
Pulled by the power of him, she moved to the couch and sat, her fingers trembling with a heady dose of arousal. Her head filled with erotic visions of him. If Dave were here, she could definitely see herself climbing that hot body….
MadHatter3000: Not bad.
BookNerd: lol Do I meet with your approval?
MadHatter3000: You’ll do. ;) May I ask another question?
BookNerd: Ask away.
Maddie hesitated, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. Memories flooded her mind. Similar chats with Grayson…Lonely nights when she’d been too shy to tell him, too, what she wanted. He’d coaxed them out of her gently with a husky, “Tell me what you’re wearing, baby…”
She shook off the memories and refocused on the picture. He wasn’t Grayson.
MadHatter3000: Are your nipples sensitive?
BookNerd: Very.
Maddie stifled a groan. Drawn in by him, by the intimacy of the moment, of the question, her fingers kept typing. God, this was too easy. Surely that had to be a bad sign.
MadHatter3000: I love a man with sensitive nipples. Do you like them licked, sucked, pinched…?
BookNerd: Yes. ;) It’s your turn, sweetheart. Shirt. Off, please.
Maddie stared at the screen. Heat shivered across the surface of her skin. How was it that such a simple demand could be so sexy? Was this what Hannah had meant? What she’d had with Cade? Maddie had to admit it was arousing as hell. Such a simple thing yet so…powerful. Her nipples tightened almost painfully, aching for the stroke of his fingers, which drew up images of his hands. They weren’t showing in the picture. Were they smooth and soft? Or rough with callouses?
Mind made up, she set her laptop aside and stood. She could do this. Gripping her T-shirt by the hem, she whipped it off her head and dropped it the floor at her feet. Cool air rushed over her skin, and an ultra-vulnerable sensation twisted through her. She sat again and reached for her keyboard. It wasn’t like he could see her, but that’s what it felt like. Like she was getting naked in front of a lover for the first time.
MadHatter3000: Ok.
BookNerd: God, do you know how sexy that is? And? How do you feel?
MadHatter3000: Honestly? Feels a little strange sitting here by myself, half naked.
BookNerd: You’re not alone, sweetheart. I’m right here with you.
God, how she wished he was….
MadHatter3000: May I ask what you’re doing? Are you…
She couldn’t bring herself to finish the sentence. It wasn’t like she’d never done this before, but it still seemed too bold to ask a relative stranger.
BookNerd: Stroking myself? I’ll admit I’ve rubbed myself through my pants, but no. It would be rude to start without you. ;) It’s killing me, because I can’t help imagining that patch of red curls between your thighs. I want to bury my face there and taste you. Inhale your aroma and stroke that sopping pussy with my tongue. You wet, sweetheart?
Oh God. At the thought, liquid heat curled through her, settling in the exact spot he’d mentioned. To have his mouth between her thighs, lapping at her. Her clit pulsed, throbbing and begging for release. She reached down, stroking herself through her panties again. She had to admit it. The thought of him over there, doing what she was, occasionally rubbing his cock because he was so aroused he couldn’t help himself, provided a luscious lure.
She typed in a response with trembling fingers.
MadHatter3000: My panties are drenched. And I’m doing the same thing, stroking myself through my panties.
BookNerd: How’s it feel?