Page 104 of Secret Seduction

“Yeah. I need to pick up my books when I get back, but there isn’t anything I need to do before classes start.”

“Good. What time are you leaving?”

“Five,” I groan.

Lorenzo smiles softly. “Then you’d better get to sleep. I know how cranky you are when you don’t get your eight hours of sleep.”

“Yeah.” I chuckle. “But I’m having trouble sleeping.”

You’d think I’d be tired since I’m used to the time zone in Florida, but it’s almost like I’m overtired.

“Can you stay on the phone with me for a few minutes?” I ask, not ready to hang up.

Now that we’re on the phone and I’m able to see his face, I don’t want the call to end. It will suck once we hang up, but for now, I just want to pretend like we’re in the same bed, lying together instead of on the phone and three time zones away from each other.

“Wild Card,” Lorenzo murmurs, “I can stay on the phone with you for however long you want.”

He shuffles in his bed, most likely to get comfortable, and I do the same, propping the phone up next to me.

When he situates himself, the blanket slides down, exposing his bare chest, and I sigh in frustration, wishing I were there with him. How a hard chest can make such a comfy pillow, I don’t know, but it does.

“What’s going through that beautiful head of yours?” he asks, lifting his arm behind his head.

“I miss your bed,” I admit.

He quirks a brow, and I roll my eyes.

“Not just your bed … I miss you.”

A smile spreads across his face, and even in the dark, I can see his blue eyes twinkle with happiness.

“I miss you too. I can still smell your scent on my pillows. Paula tried to wash the sheets, and I told her not to.”

“You’re such a creeper,” I say, even though, deep down, I love that he did that. It makes me feel better, knowing I’m not the only one affected by our distance.

“I jacked off to the picture of you naked and flipping me off.”

He waggles his brows, and I glare daggers at him.

“I hate you,” I mutter.

“You said I could,” he argues.

“Not that you used my photo,” I clarify. “I hate that you were able to get off.”

I tried yesterday, thinking maybe an orgasm would help calm me the way it did when Lorenzo made me come, but after several minutes, I accepted that it wasn’t happening. My head just wasn’t in it.

“If I were there, I’d get you off too,” Lorenzo murmurs, his tone smooth as silk. “But since I can’t be there, pretend I am.”

“I can’t pretend you’re here,” I sigh.

“If I were there, what would I be doing right now?”

“You’d be lying with me in bed.” As hard as it is to think about something that isn’t true, the moment the words leave my lips, it feels good to pretend. “You’d be kissing me, running your tongue down my neck.” I close my eyes, imagining Lorenzo’s lips sliding along my flesh. God, I miss him so much.

“I love how soft your skin is,” he says, as if he can hear my thoughts. “If I were there, I’d take off all your clothes and lay you out on the bed so I could kiss every inch of you. Take your clothes off, baby. Show me what I would be kissing if I were there.”

I pull my tank over my head and slide my underwear down my legs, and Lorenzo groans, pleased with what he sees.