Page 132 of One Wild Wish

“What did you hear?” His eventual question sounded scratchy, his deep voice roughed up by the late hour. His twang made an appearance, too. That sexy lilt he often kept hidden.

“Looks like we have friends in common—Rachel and Jimmy.”

A whoosh of an exhale slipstreamed from D.C. to my San Francisco bedroom. “Yeah, I found that out before I left. That’s who I had plans with.” His tone lightened. Hopefully he was as excited about the notion as me.

But I was a teensy bit more than excited now. I had my construction hunk on the phone, his sensual voice purring through the line. Feeling wired and overheated and frisky, I kicked off my heels and attempted to get naked.

“What’s that noise?”

I stopped thrashing around. “I launched my heels into the wall. Or do you mean the zipper sliding down the side of my dress as I dislocated my shoulder?” I’m sure I could have made that sound sexier.

He grunted—a low, masculine sound. “Ainsley…”

“Owen…”

My queen bed was a fluffy white cloud, my soft blue walls adorned with black-and-white fashion photos. It all looked hazy, probably hot-boxed by my heavy breathing. Zipper down, I shimmied out of my Carrie Bradshaw dress and dragged my pale pink panties and bra off. All that was left was a very horny woman. Blue Bunny was lounging on the duvet by my head, recuperating from today’s workout. I snatched him up and let him buzz into my phone.

Owen answered with a “Christ. ”

“You want to play with me, or should we hang up so I can play on my own?”

“Has your bunny been busy?”

“Is your wrist sore?”

His next guttural sound came out more like a pained sigh. “Turn it on and spread your legs for me. Nice and slow.”

Holy Hannah. Dropping my head back, I let my knees fall wide and revved my little blue engine. “Are you touching yourself?” The need in my voice should have been embarrassing, but I was past the point of caring.

His baritone dropped an octave. “I’m gripping the base of my cock. I’m so turned on, baby. So damn hard. I’m stroking my whole length, slow but tight, picturing your luscious curves.”

Odds are I wouldn’t need battery assisted help to come. “Have you done this before? Because you could teach a class.”

His muffled laugh was hot and hoarse. “You’re my first. Now take that bunny of yours and press it to the top of your inner thigh. Beside your pussy. Don’t get greedy on me. Tease yourself the way I’ll be teasing you in a couple days.”

Forget a class. He could earn a doctorate.

Following his rasped orders, I touched the edge of my vibrator to the juncture of my thigh. The buzz sent a spark to my center. “Oh. That’s nice.” So close yet so far from where I throbbed.

“I bet it is. Imagine how nice it’ll feel when my face is buried in your pussy. I’m gonna plant wet kisses everywhere.” His panting grew shallow. “Give you nice long licks and quick flicks and suck you until you scream. Now move your toy to the other side. Next to all that wet heat. Picture me between your thighs.”

Molten lava dripped through me, his erotic words making me bubble and steam. I upped the speed but did as he asked—teased, tormented, and tortured myself. I pictured his dirty-blond hair tangled in my hands, could practically feel the scratch of his scruff on my sensitive skin. “More,” I begged, the needy girl I was. “What are you doing?”

“I’m picturing your lips wrapped around my cock. Your tongue swirling and head bobbing. I’m stroking faster. Getting harder. So hard, baby. Because of you. Now”—a rough grunt sounded—“now press your blue bunny exactly where you need him. Christ , Ainsley, I’m close.”

I was about to fly apart. The second I touched the buzzing tip to my nub of bundled nerves, I cried out. My hips shot up, my knees slamming together as I pressed down. “Owen.” All breath trapped in my chest. “I wish you were here. I want you so badly.” So much pleasure concentrated in one exhilarating spot.

“I’m going to spend hours exploring you. Fucking hours . Now move your hips. Close your eyes and let go, because I’m…fuck…Ainsley, baby, I’m…” He roared from across freeways and cities and farmland. He called my name and growled, somehow closing the distance between us. His heavy breathing slipped through the phone, down my sizzling skin, urging my hips faster, and I burst open. Everything clenched as pleasure shot through me, currents of snapping heat. “Oh, Owen. God. Yes. ”

My high crested, endless shockwaves knocking me senseless, until I was too sensitive for Blue Bunny. I was too sensitive for a light breeze.

Blissful, I turned off my bunny and pulled the lacy quilt from the end of my bed up to my chest. “I’m paralyzed.”

Owen released a satisfied chuckle. “I’m sticky.”

That was quite the visual, unbelievably hot. I was languid and loose, heading into a pleasure coma. “I wasn’t kidding, you know, at the site yesterday. I want you to come on me. I’ve never wanted something like that before. Is it weird?” Although I often lacked a filter, my blunt honesty with him surprised even me.

“You trying to get me hard again?”