Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 132437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
“You did the right thing,” he said instead.
“I really miss that truck, though.” She laughed. “I loved it so much. I just got the damn thing, too.”
“It was a really nice truck.”
What the hell was he saying? It didn’t matter. He just wanted her to stay on the phone with him, and she could talk about the weather, sportsball, nothing at all—and he was good with it. This call was the first thing that had made him feel anything other than dread when he lay here in this bed.
“Thank you,” he heard himself say.
“For what?”
“This.”
The soft laugh that vibrated in his ear continued into his blood. And then his mind went in a completely different direction from murder and gratitude.
“What are you wearing?” The second he realized what he’d spoken out loud, he wanted to kick himself in the head. “Oh, my God, I didn’t mean—”
“Jeans. A black turtleneck. Not exactly sexy, sorry.”
On her? It sounded downright delicious. Then again, she could have been wearing overalls and barn boots, and he would have thought it better than a bikini.
Fortunately, she laughed again. “A bikini?”
“Oh… fuck. Did I say that—”
“Yeah, you did.” Now she was really giggling. “And you’ve got more game than you think.”
Maybe if he was playing Cards Against Vampires.
“You and I do not have the same definition of that word,” he muttered.
Ah, yes, now he was tapping on The Princess Bride.
“Listen, Al, the whole thing behind ‘game’ is getting someone’s attention, right? Because you’re attracted to them, and you want them to notice you.”
“True.”
“Guess what.”
“What?”
“I’ve noticed you.” Her voice was like velvet coming through the stupid phone. “So, how long ago was your transition?”
“Like a week.”
“Oh, wow. That recent? You must be really sore and stiff, still—and getting used to your new body.”
“I feel like I’m standing on a stool every time I look down at my feet. And I don’t know where my arms and legs are half the time. And my hair is a completely different texture. It used to be kind of frizzy.”
“It’s a lot to get used to.”
“For sure.” He thought about how he’d woken up. “Yeah. Really.”
More silence, and he frowned into the darkness. Was it possible they were both circling the same thing? Was she thinking about the other changes that came from the transition, changes that didn’t have to do with height or muscles or deeper voices for males.
“Al.”
“Mmm?”
“What’s on your mind right now?” she said huskily.
In response, things woke up in a serious way down at his hips. “Are you sure you want me to answer that?”
“Yes, I am.”
As his eyes widened in the darkness, he pictured her face upturned to his own, her lips parted because they’d been kissing. The sensations of heat and need came back to him in a rush, the velvety softness of her mouth as vivid as it had been when his had been on hers.
“I’m thinking about you out in the clearing. Right after we…”
“Kissed,” she finished for him.
“Yeah.”
“And what’s happening for you. When you think of kissing me.”
Allhan looked downward, even though he could see nothing of his lower body. He knew that his dick was still attached to him and working just fine, though—because there was a heartbeat behind the fly of his jeans.
“I…”
“Say it,” she purred. “Tell me what’s going on?”
“I…”
“Are you hard, Al?”
“Oh, fuck, yes.” He rolled over onto his back and moved the cell phone to his other ear. “I’m so hard.”
“Are you thinking about what it was like to have my tongue licking into you.”
As he moaned a “yes,” his free hand went past his ribbed abdomen and pushed at the waistband of his jeans. Things had gotten really constricted down there, and bent at a bad angle again.
“How do I feel to you? When you’re kissing me,” she drawled.
“You’re… perfect.” He grunted and moved one of his legs out to the side. When that only made things tighter, he straightened his knees. “You’re always perfect.”
“That is not true.” She made a purring sound again. “Where are your hands right now?”
“One’s holding the phone.”
“And the other?”
“It’s down by my waist. I… ah, I’m a little uncomfortable. In my jeans.”
That was a ridiculous understatement. With every syllable she spoke, he was getting harder and harder, to the point where his erection was getting strangled. He was not about to go solve the problem, though. He knew without a doubt that if he were to touch that area in any way—
“Why’s that.”
“Why’s what?” he babbled.
There was another pause, and then she let out a sexy little sigh. “Why are you uncomfortable?”
“Denne, are you sure that you want to… go there.”
She was quiet for a moment. “We already have. It started with that kiss, and I don’t think we’re going to be finished with each other until you’re coming inside of me. Do you?”