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I can’t read her response, and for the thousandth time since hitting the road I wish I could see her face. Or that she would’ve used FaceTime for this call. “Does that make youupset?”
“No. No, it’s just that—” A breath rushes through the line with herexhale.
“You can tell me,Jess.”
“God, this is so embarrassing, but when you were talking just now, all I could think was how much I want that. Withyou.”
A groan leaves my lips at the knowledge that Jess thinks about me the same way I think about her. I was already turned on with her voice at my ear, but her admission has my entire body tense with the rush of desire. “You know how hot that is? How hard that makes me? God, Jess, I think about you all thetime.”
“I think about you, too.” Sweet and sin. That’s what sheis.
My hand moves to my growing erection and I can’t help but palm myself over my jeans, “What are you wearing rightnow?”
“I’m . . . uh.” Her breathy rasp only makes me harder. “I’m wearing a sexy black bra and matching panties. It has lace for the cups so you can see mynipples.”
“Really?”
“No.” Her giggle seduces me more than she’ll ever know. “I’m wearing one of your T-shirts. Nothingsexy.”
“You’re wrong.” I groan remembering how she looked in my clothes. “That’s waysexier.”
“I’m in your bed, too. I sleep here everynight.”
Fuck me. “God, Jess. That’s so hot. I wish I werethere.”
“I know you said we should take it slow. That I could have all the time I needed.” The pleading from her voice is enough to set my mindstraight.
“You can, and I’m sorry. I guess phone sex doesn’t really belong in the taking it slow catalog.” A chuckle escapes my lips and I tell my dick to get on board with theprogram.
“I’m ready.” Her voice is so soft I almost don’t hear thewords.
“Jess, you don’t have to.” I don’t want her to feel pressure. If she did, that would stain whatever we sharednext.
“I know. And I appreciate the time you’ve given me, but it’s only made clear what I already knew. Well, that and my sessions with my therapist. She’s helped a lot.” She sighs and the rustle of fabric scrapes against the receiver as if she’s settled back onto the bed. It’s a visual that makes it difficult to keep my mind focused. What I wouldn’t give to be there with hernow.
“What did you alreadyknow?”
“That my heart belongs with you. I’m not going to be the perfect girlfriend. In fact, it’ll probably be annoying navigating a relationship with someone who moves with the grace of a newborn giraffe, but I want to do the work. I want to be with you,Sean.”
“Jess?”
“Yeah?”
“My heart chooses you, too.” There’s more I want to say; there’s more I want to show her. But for now, all that matters is she’s all in. I always was. “We’ll make this work. We’ll figure it outtogether.”
“I was really hoping you’d say that.” I can hear the delight in her voice and it’s enough to set my heartsoaring.
“Okay, girlfriend. Now that we’re official, where do westart?”
Her giggle is a light, throaty sound. “I don’t know. I thought phone sex was a goodplace.”
God, I love you.The words almost slip through my lips. I want to speak them aloud. I want her to know that’s how invested I am, but when I say those words for the first time, I want her in my arms.Two more weeks.That’s how long until we have a break in the tour. Until I get to see my girlfriend.Girlfriend. Fuck, I love that. “How about you tell me all the things you’d like me to do when I get back? Starting with mytongue.”
And she does justthat.
