After six rings, she answered. “Hello?”
If she could sound that breathless, that erotic, just from answering the phone, Houston wondered what she would sound like when she was coming. He clamped his eyes shut and said curtly, “This is Houston.”
“Oh, hi, this is Josie. Josie Adkins.”
Like he didn’t know who she was.
“Thanks for calling.”
Then silence.
“Is this a hospital call or a personal call, Josie?” With his luck, she’d have a medical question and his gonads would have been in an uproar for nothing.
Another lengthy pause. “Personal.”
He stopped pacing, his swim trunks still damp and stuck to his skin. Droplets of water trailed down his legs, and even the air-conditioning couldn’t cool him down.
“Good answer.” He started towards his bedroom, intent onchanging and getting to wherever she was as quickly as he could without access to super powers.
“I’d like to see you. Tonight.” Her voice sounded different than he was used to. The cheerful perky was gone, replaced by a soft, eager temptress.
It had the effect of a lap dance on him.
“Tonight is now, Josie. I’ll pick you up in ten minutes.” Propping the phone up with his shoulder, he stripped his sticky shorts off and kicked them into the bathroom, off the carpet. Naked, he went to his dresser for some boxer briefs.
“Where are we going? What should I wear?”
Something see-through and easy to get off.
She added, “What are you wearing?”
Glancing down, he caught a glimpse of his erection. “Actually, right this minute I’m not wearing anything.”
She gasped. “Nothing? You’re naked?”
Painfully so. Houston pulled out his underwear and a pair of soft, faded jeans. “Totally naked.”
“You’re joking right? This is some kind of phone sex joke.”
That sweet adorable innocence, laced with naughty interest, caught him in the gut every time. She sounded horrified, yet more than a little curious.
“No, this isn’t a joke or even phone sex. If it was, I’d be saying dirty things to you.”
There was a pause. He waited, muscles clenched. He gave her three seconds to ask, sure she would.
One...two...
“Like what things?”
His mouth went dry. “I’d ask what you’re wearing. I would describe where I would touch you, tell you how hard I am and how much I want to fuck you…things like that.”
“Oh.” She cleared her throat. “But you’re not going to do that, right?”
Houston squeezed his hand around the phone and tossed hispants on the bed. He’d never be able to zip them up right now. “Maybe I will. Or how about I tell you what I’d like to see you in?”
He didn’t wait for an answer, captivated by the thought. “I’m picturing you in a short denim skirt, the kind that barely covers your ass. It molds to your curves, and in the back it’s so short that I can reach both my hands up inside.”
And touch hot skin.