Her bedroom door closes, and I lie on my makeshift bed, watching the city lights cast shadows across the room as Remy's comments tumble around in my brain.
Is she right? Am I using Jax as a crutch? Am I too invested too soon?
I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose—my head hurts just thinking about it.
I sigh again and drop my hand to the sheets. When it lands on my phone, I automatically grab it and lift it to my face.
And smile when I notice I have a text from Jax.
12:32am Jax: I miss you already. Hope you and Remy are having fun together.
All thoughts of my conversation with Remy eddies from my mind—instead, I'm left with only the euphoria that now fills me at the thought of Jax.
I start to text back but then I feel the sudden need to talk to him instead of just exchanging a few words.
He picks up on the second ring and I can practically hear the smile in his voice. "Hey, baby girl."
I sink deeper into the cushions with a happy sigh, immediately feeling the tension drain from my body. "Hi," I say quietly.
"Everything okay? I thought you'd be hanging out with Remy."
"I was. She just went to bed. And I felt like hearing your voice, so I thought I'd just call you. Are you busy?"
I hear a door shut in the background. "No, I'm not busy. I was just about to get into bed. Where are you right now?"
"I'm lying on the pullout couch, I just laid down too."
I'm sure he's got a devilish grin on his face when he asks, "And what are you wearing?"
I look down at my outfit. "I haven't changed yet. I'm still wearing my red dress."
His groan sounds across the line. "You looked so hot tonight, baby. I could barely keep my hands off you. I wanted to devour you all night."'
"Youdidn'tkeep your hands off me tonight," I say with a laugh. "You were all over me."
He chuckles. "Guilty. You might just have to get used to it, then. That was about as much as I could hold back.” My chest warms because I could easily get used to that. I loved every minute of his roaming touches and random kisses throughout the night, regardless of who was watching.
"I wish I was with you right now," I admit. "I wish I was in your bed."
"Yeah?" he asks. "Feeling needy, baby girl?"
I shiver at his deep timber. "I always need you."
My answer causes a pleased sound to rumble through his chest. "Are you sure Remy's gone to bed? She won't come out of her room?"
I glance at my sister's bedroom door. When I see the lights are off and hear the fan is on, I murmur, "She's out for the night."
"Good," he growls. "Because I want you to touch yourself."
Even though he can't see me, my lips part in shock. "Right now? While we're talking?"
"Yes, right now while we're talking," he says in that deep voice that sounds ten times deeper over the phone. "I'm going to tell you exactly what I want you to do, and you're going to do it and come quietly like a good girl."
I shiver again at the commanding tone that brokers no argument. I don't even have to say anything—he knows I'll do whatever he asks of me like this.
"I want you to tug down your dress and expose those beautiful breasts of yours," he starts, the seduction dripping from his words. I'm almost certain I could come from his voice alone.
I do as he says, pulling my dress down so my breasts are perched on the neckline. With one hand, I automatically reach to cup one, kneading the flesh and plucking my nipple.