As she read the words over, April felt her mouth go dry, the pulse between her legs growing stronger. Luke wasn’t wrong—in fact, his words were almost scarily accurate—but seeing them spelled out like that, realizing that he knew just how badly she wanted him, was unnerving.
Luke:
What’s wrong, Jones? Need me too badly to think of a reply?
April:
And what if I did?
Her mind was racing as she sent her reply, watching the message show as read followed by three dots appearing under Luke’s name. She was playing with fire now, but the desire coursing through her was making her reckless. Desperate to get burned.
Luke:
I prefer this version of you, Jones
Luke:
Needy. Hungry. Hot.
April bit her lip, wondering why she’d thought this was a good idea. If she’d been frustrated before she’d messaged Luke, it was nothing compared to how she was feeling now. It was like he knewexactlywhat to say to turn her on. Her hand moved down beneath her bedsheets, brushing the fabric of her panties, when another message from Luke appeared.
Luke:
In fact, you’ve been such a good girl for me. Perhaps you’ve lost your touch