Page 121 of Sparks Fly

“Fuck, you look so good,” I murmured, my voice soft and loose from the champagne. “I wish you were here to do something about how wet I am.”

Her gaze dropped, quick and not remotely subtle. “Jesus, Addie.”

I laughed quietly and let my head sink into the pillow. “I told you I was buzzed.”

“And apparently horny,” Her voice had already lowered.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day, baby.”

I set the phone on the night stand, angled it just right so she could see me. The sheets were cool against my skin, but my body was still warm from the sun, the shower, and the way she was watching me. I let my hand run up and down my body.

Sawyer dragged a hand over her mouth like she was trying and failing to rein herself in.

“Fuck,” she muttered. “You’re going to be the death of me baby you look so good.”

Something tightened low in my stomach.

“Did you like my swimsuit?”

“Loved you in that swimsuit. I’ve been thinking about you in it all day.”

My breath caught. “God, I need you.”

Heat in her eyes remained. “You want to show me how much?”

The question moved through me slowly.

I nodded.

I pulled the shirt over my head and tossed it aside. My hands moved to my breasts, squeezing gently before my thumbs brushed over my nipples.

Sawyer exhaled sharply. “Jesus Christ, Addie.”

My skin prickled beneath the weight of her voice. One hand traced slowly down the center of my chest while the other slid across my stomach. I watched Sawyer as I touched myself. The tightening of her jaw. The slight parting of her lips. The way she leaned closer to the screen.

“Say something,” I whispered.

She let out a low breath. “You want me to tell you how fucking beautiful you look?”

“Yes.”

“You’re lying there naked for me, touching those perfect tits like you know exactly what it does to me.” Her gaze followed my hand as it moved lower. “Look at you, baby. All flushed and needy.”

My thighs shifted beneath the sheets.

“Keep going,” she murmured. “Let me see how wet you are.”

I bit my lip as my hand slipped between my legs. The first touch pulled a quiet gasp from me.

“Fuck,” Sawyer breathed. “There she is.”

My fingers moved slowly, circling my clit while I watched her watch me.

“You like seeing me like this?” I asked.

“I fucking love it.” Her voice dropped lower. “I love knowing you’ve been thinking about me all day. That you got into bed wet and aching because you couldn’t stop imagining my hands on you.”

My breath caught, and my fingers pressed more firmly.