Page 17 of Play to Win
“What are you wearing?”
“A Mariners nightshirt,” she replied.
“Seattle Mariners, okay, they’re not too bad,” he told her with a light chuckle. “What are you wearing underneath the night shirt?”
“Ethan?”
“Just questions and answers, Portia. No powerful words and no need for you to pretend,” he told her.
Just questions and answers.She could do that.
“Panties. Blue with white polka dots,” she replied.
“Cute.” He sounded pleased.
She smiled.
“Take them off.”
Her smiled disappeared. That wasn’t a question.
“I’m here in my bedroom too,” he continued. “And I’m taking off my jeans and my boxers. Now, it’s your turn.”
She couldn’t.
But why?He was correct again, he was in his bedroom, wherever that was. And she was here. Alone. Clutching the phone between her ear and her shoulder, Portia slipped her panties down her legs.
“I did it,” she announced quietly but proudly.
“Good.” She felt like she’d earned a pet on the head.
“Now lay back on the pillows. Spread your legs and touch yourself. You’ve done that before haven’t you, Portia?”
He had no idea how many times she’d done that. She eased back against the pillows slowly, closing her eyes as she spread her legs.
“You’ve experimented with everything you wrote in this book.” His voice was twenty percent soothing and eighty percent arousing as hell.
Her eyes shot open, her gaze fixing on the popcorn-paint ceiling. “No! I mean, I don’t have a—” she paused and cleared her throat. “I don’t have a boyfriend and I haven’t been involved in any affairs.”
“I don’t have a girlfriend anymore,” he told her. “In fact, I made a resolution to steer clear of any emotional entanglements for a while. But when I need to, I can bring my own release.”
She could too. She’d just done so about thirty minutes ago. But again, this was none of Ethan’s business.Why was she even talking to him, or doing what he said?Because this was Ethan. The only man to ever hold her heart.
Portia let her eyes close once more as she forced herself to relax.
“I know how to bring my own release,” she said and was shocked at how sexy she felt just admitting that to him.
“So touch yourself.” The directive came instantly. “Touch yourself and tell me how you feel.”
While a part of her mind still screamed in warning, her free hand was already moving between her legs. Her skin tingled as her fingers glided over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. When she touched the warm, plump folds of her vulva, she sucked in a breath. It felt different this time. In the shower earlier, warm water streaming down over her skin, she’d felt a familiar burst of need as she’d moved her fingers and the vibrator through her moist folds. Now, sharp streaks of desire shot up through to her stomach and down her legs. She gasped and swallowed hard at the sensations.
“Ahhh yeah,” Ethan murmured. “It feels that good doesn’t it? Soft and wet, I’ll bet.”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Soft and wet.” That’s exactly how it felt, and erotic as fuck.
“I’m hard and hot,” he told her. “Press two fingers inside.”
Ethan was hard. He was talking to her on the phone and had been reading her book. So he was hard because of her.Exhilarating.That was the best word to describe what that meant to her. She eagerly pressed her fingers into her opening. More warmth as tightness gripped her.
