Page 73 of All I Need

I suck in a breath because he’s right. When I was lashing out on his stuff, it was because I was mad at myself, not him. When I was crying in Miss Polly’s arms, it was sadness over my choices—not his.

Me: Get out of my head, Mac.

Walker: Mac, huh? You nicknaming me already?

Me: Maybe. Why? You don’t like it?

Walker: You can call me anything you like… babe.

Me: Terms of endearment guy, huh?

Walker: I am now. It just feels—right, I guess.

Me: I accept this explanation.

Walker: So… you couldn’t sleep because you were thinking of how amazing my hand felt on your leg and you couldn’t stop from thinking how they would feel all over your body, huh?

I blush but can’t stop my hand from drifting down, settling on my stomach. I quickly look at the drawer again before resting my head against the headboard.

Walker: Did I scare you off?

Me: No. It’s just a little unnerving how well you seem to know me.

Walker: Go get that vibrator you can’t stop staring at.

Me: Stop reading my mind.

Walker: Go get it, Ellie.

Instead of looking at the drawer, I rush over, whip it open and grab the bright pink toy out from under the underwear I stashed it under. Not that Miss Polly would ever be digging around in my stuff but it made me feel a little safer.

My phone buzzes again and I look down at it, my breath hitching in my throat. He’s not texting me. He’s calling me.

“Hi,” I say a bit breathless.

“Before you climb back into bed, strip down,” he tells me by way of saying hello. His voice is low and husky and I’m practically panting already.

“How do you know I wasn’t already naked?”

“I know. Now, shimmy those beautiful legs out of your pajamas and lay down on the mattress for me. Don’t cover yourself up.”

I do as he’s telling me, even though I have no idea why I’m obeying. But if the heat going through my veins is anything to go by, it’s turning me on. Big time.

“Are you ready?”

“Are we really doing this?”

“This as in…” his voice drifts off like he’s daring me to say the words out loud.

I gather up all my courage. “Phone sex?”

He replies instantly. “Yes. Now, I’m only going to ask once more before I climb in my pickup and drive over to Miss Polly’s to spank your ass for not answering my question. Are. You. Ready?”

Oh. Boy. I almost don’t reply because Plan B sounds pretty amazing but I know I’m nowhere near ready for that. Not that I feel like I’m fully ready for sexting with him, either, but I can’t stop myself.

Now I really am panting when I whisper, “Yes.”

“Did you grab the little pink one?”

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