A pause, then “Wow.”
I imagined Maddie lying in her bed, just like I was. Did she sleep naked? With an old shirt that reached just to the middle of her ass? My dick strained in my pants, and I undid the belt and button to relieve some of the pressure. It wasn’t enough, especially when more images flooded my mind.
“What’s the most outrageous thing you’ve done?” I asked out of the blue. I wanted to know everything about her.
“Wow, you’re hitting up the big stuff, digging deep already. You go first.”
“During a frat party at Harvard, I ran naked through the campus when it was freezing outside.”
“That’s not outrageous. It’s stupid.”
“I know. Your turn.”
“I skinny-dipped on a dare. At night, on a beach in Malibu.”
An image of Maddie naked in the ocean slammed into my mind.
“To be a fly on the wall. Well, the sand,” I said and heard her catch her breath. “What else do you like, Maddie?”
“Lots of things. Burritos with extra cheese and guacamole, curling up with a good book and hot cocoa, lying in the sun on an empty beach.”
“What else?”
“Dancing with someone who can make my entire body feel awake.” Her last words sounded throaty. I lowered the zipper of my jeans, freeing my erection. A groan tore from me, and I knew I had to end the call before she realized how far gone I was.
“That’s quite a list,” I said in a strained voice.
“You sound tired.”
“We should call this a night.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Landon.”
“Sleep tight.”
I dropped the phone the second the line went static, and another groan tore from me as I fisted my dick, imagining Maddie here with me. I moved my hand faster and faster until I was spent, but my hunger for Maddie still wasn’t satiated.
Chapter Eight
Maddie
I didn’t sleep at all. After finishing the conversation with Landon, I realized I had to get up in two hours because I wanted to check on Grace before heading to Val’s, and two hours of sleep would just make me groggy. So instead, I made soup for Grace, stopped by the pharmacy because I was sure she’d be out of medicine for her cold, and headed to her apartment building. The weird thing? I had so much energy, you’d think I slept a full eight hours and ingested caffeine pills upon waking up.
Maybe I was still high on my conversation with Landon. I was sure I’d crash eventually, but ma
ybe sight of a certain Connor brother would be enough to fill me with this weird, giddy energy again.
My sister was awake when I arrived in her tiny apartment. Her roommate was away this week.
“What happened to your hair?” she shrieked instead of saying good morning. She was sitting cross-legged on her bed, leaning with her back on the headboard, heaps of used napkins surrounding her. Grace looked a lot like me, and people often mistook us for twins, even if she was seven years younger.
“Haircut disaster. Went to a new hairdresser because I desperately needed a trim.”
“I’d give you a better haircut blindfolded.”
“I know. How are you feeling?”
Her nose was red and puffy, as were her eyes.