Read Online Just for Fun by Erin Nicholas - Free Book Online

him she was chattering uncontrollably. She knew she sounded stupid, but she seemed to have no control over her mouth. Or her heart rate, breathing pattern or thoughts. She could only imagine what she might say if they were naked, or making love, or lying in each other’s arms, the sheets tangled…
    Morgan forced herself to breathe.
    “Okay, what’s your idea?” she asked.
    “Take this,” he said, handing her cell phone over, “and go in the bathroom.”
    “What?” She frowned looking from the phone to him.
    “Do it. I’m going to be right here.” He sat back on the bed and she noticed he had his phone in hand.
    “Go,” he told her with a sexy half grin.
    Well, what the hell? The moment the bathroom door shut behind her, her phone rang.
    “Hello?”
    “Lock the door. Then take your clothes off.”
    “Doug, what are you doing?”
    “Taking the edge off in a way you can just enjoy and not get so worked up over.”
    “You’re staying in the bedroom while I’m in here? With the door locked?”
    “Right.”
    She had to admit, her heart wasn’t racing quite as fast. She turned the lock. “Now what?”
    “Are you naked?”
    Her heart thumped. “No.”
    “Get that way. Tell me what you’re taking off as you do it.”
    Phone sex. That was his idea. She should just march back into the bedroom, strip her clothes off and climb up on the bed beside him.
    But she’d never done this before and she was intrigued. And turned on. Okay, this was…safer. No, that wasn’t the right word. This was…less intense. She didn’t feel overwhelmed, just excited.
    “Okay, I’m putting you on speaker.” She set her phone on the counter top, turned the volume up and then stripped her shirt off. “I’m taking my shirt off.”
    “Me too.”
    Her eyes flew to the phone. He was stripping too? Images popped up one right after the other. Doug sprawled on the bed without a shirt, his bare chest and stomach…
    “Morgan, you there?”
    She cleared her throat. “Um, yeah.”
    “You still have your bra on?”
    “Yes.”
    “What’s it look like?”
    She looked at her image in the mirror. “You saw it on the plane,” she reminded him.
    “I was distracted. Tell me what it looks like.”
    “It’s, um, dark green, like my shirt.”
    “Lace?”
    “The edges of the cups are lace.”
    “Can you see your nipples through it?”
    Said nipples stiffened at his words. “No, they don’t show.”
    “But you can tell they’re hard right?”
    She nodded, then realized she’d have to answer. “Yes.” She sounded as breathless as she felt.
    “Take it off now.”
    She licked her lips and reached behind her, undoing the tiny hooks and tossing the bra to the side.
    “You’ve got perfect breasts and nipples,” Doug said, his voice gruff. “They taste as good as they look.”
    She wasn’t sure what to say to that. But he didn’t wait for an answer.
    “Lick your fingers and then play with your nipples.”
    She put her first finger in her mouth and then swirled it around the tip of her right breast. Ripples of sensation coursed from the simple touch straight to her clit. She loved having her nipples played with and had stimulated herself this same way before, but having Doug talking her through it and knowing he was out there imagining it made it so much sweeter.
    “Are you doing it?” he asked.
    “Yes.”
    “Are you looking at yourself?”
    She lifted both hands to her breasts and toyed with the nipples, rolling and plucking them, breathing harder as she did it. “Yes.”
    “I’m picturing you now,” he said.
    “What are you doing?” She pictured him as well. Was he naked?
    “I’m lying on the bed.”
    “Do you have your jeans on?”
    “Yes.” He paused a moment. “Do you want me to take them off?”
    “Yes,” she said huskily. “I want to know you’re naked right outside this door.”
    “Whatever you want.”
    He must have set the phone down right beside him on the bed because she could have sworn she