Page 18 of Wanted
Bingo! Reno slapped his palm against the top of his sedan. A smile settled on his face, and he couldn’t stop grinning.She’d been dancing for him.Satisfaction took root deep in his chest.Where are you?he typed quickly.Tell me, and I’ll come find you. We can finish what we started.
YOU’RE NOT GETTING WITHIN A HUNDRED MILES OF ME EVER AGAIN, she wrote.
His mood wasn’t about to be dampened.Come on, sweetheart. Give me a chance.
Don’t “sweetheart” me. Why should I ever trust you after that little stunt you pulled?
You’re the one who decided to take off all your clothes in front of me. I can’t help it that I’m a red-blooded American male.
You’ll understand, then, why I don’t trust you.
Touché, Reno thought. A grin still lit his face as he turned and settled back against the car, his phone propped high. Things were suddenly getting very, very interesting.Did you take care of yourself?
I always take care of myself, she wrote.Nobody else is looking out for me.
He laughed.I’m asking if you let yourself have an orgasm.
Yoou hve no right t askk that.
He’d never seen her send so many typos. Obviously, he’d hit a nerve. He decided to push it a little further.I have every right since I’m the guy who took you ninety percent of the way there before he was forced to stop.
Shut up!
No way. This was the most honest conversation they’d had yet.Hey, Ijacked off in the shower that night. Not even the cold water could cool me off. I had to resort to some soap and my own hand, but I was thinking of you the entire time.
Again, he waited for the dots to blink.
Don’t tell me things like that, she said, just when he thought he’d lost her.
Why not? Because they excite you?
Just stop.
Ah, hell. Now she was making him ache.Do it, Danielle. I would have gone mad days ago if I hadn’t done something.
He waited.
Call me, and I’ll talk you through it, he typed.
No.
No, what? No, you won’t touch yourself, or no, you won’t call?
You’d trace it.
Reno stared at the words, his heart pounding in his ears.I promise it will just be you and me.
No, she typed again.
He stopped to consider his options. He wasn’t letting this go.
All right, then, he wrote.Don’t call. Just lie back wherever you are and pretend I’m there with you.
Danielle’s eyes rounded when she read the words. She’d never call him. Texts were dangerous enough. She already had another cheap phone ready to replace this one. Calls were different, though, and she wasn’t really thinking about a trace. They were more personal.
She’d have to be an idiot to take him up on his offer to talk dirty to her.
Close your eyes and play with those pretty breasts of yours, he texted.Rub them in circles until the nipples press hard against your palms. When they’re ready, pinch them a little, pretending it’s me with the hair clip.
