“I know,” I say quietly. “I can’t help it.”
The silence stretches. Thick. Charged.
She shifts her weight, and the towel dips enough that my jaw tightens.
“You look … tense,” she says.
“That’s one word for it.”
Her lips curve. She’s nervous but pleased. “I didn’t think you were serious.”
“I warned you,” I say. “I don’t say things I don’t mean.”
Her breath comes faster. She doesn’t bother hiding it.
“This feels dangerous,” she says softly.
“Yes,” I agree, “it does.”
She presses her lips together, then asks, “If I tell you to stop … will you?”
I hold her gaze.
“Yes.”
The relief in her eyes is immediate. So is the spark. “And if I don’t?”
I let a slow smile spread. “Then I don’t either.”
She closes her eyes for a second, like she’s bracing herself. “Colton …”
The way she says my name. Quiet. Wrecked. It nearly breaks me.
“I need you to tell me,” I say carefully, “that you want this.”
Her eyes open. Steady now. Certain.
“I do.”
The distance between us snaps.
“Then don’t look away,” I say. “Stay right here. Stay with me.”
Her gaze locks on to the screen. She doesn’t move.
I start by unbuttoning my shirt all the way until the edges fall to the side and expose my stomach and chest. Her eyes remain glued to the screen as I watch her chest rise and fall. This feels like the most erotic thing that I’ve ever done, although it shouldn’t. I don’t know what makes this feel so … different.
Then I work on unbuckling my belt and pushing my pants and boxers down until my cock springs free. I’m holding the phone on my stomach right now so she can’t see all of me yet. I start to stroke myself, and my eyes begin to flutter closed for a moment as I take in the sensations.
“Do you want to see me, or is this enough?” I ask.
“See …” She coughs and clears her throat. “See you. I want to see you.”
I move the phone down to my thigh and have it facing up so she can see my cock but also my face.
She gasps, but I don’t let it stop me. I grip my cock again and give it a good tug.
“You see what you do to me, Mel?” I ask as I move my hand up and down my shaft. “This is all because of how your pretty little pussy felt when it squeezedmy fingers.”