Part 12 (1/2)
She never called guys. Not out of any ladylike reserve, but because she never had to. But now? If she couldn't have Jesse's body, she'd settle for his voice.
Battling down nerves, she grabbed the boutique phone. Then, doubts racing through her head, she put it down and hurried back to the office for her phone. If she got lucky and it was a long call, she didn't want to have to hang up if she had to leave the boutique for any reason.
Cell phone in hand, she looked at the numbers again.
Two rings later and his deep voice was on the line. Antic.i.p.ation made a heated journey through her erogenous zones. Audra settled in the plush chair toward the back of the shop and relaxed for the first time in days.
”Have you ever played Truth or Dare by telephone?” she asked in her s.e.xiest voice.
Silence.
Then, ”Audra?”
”How many other women are you playing phone s.e.x games with?” she teased.
He laughed and she could almost hear his shrug. ”I guess only you. Although, I have to admit, I've never seen Truth or Dare as a s.e.x game.”
”Then let me teach you the right way to play.” Audra scanned the empty shop. She wanted to go back to the dressing room, take off her clothes and lay down on the leather couch. She could almost feel the cool grip of the leather against her hot, naked skin.
But it was still a half hour till closing. d.a.m.n this streak of responsibility.
”Is it a lot different than regular Truth or Dare?” Jesse asked.
”Just a smidge. Are you alone? Somewhere you can get comfortable?”
”Yeah,” he said slowly. ”I'm home alone. How comfortable?”
”Comfortable enough to touch yourself,” she said in a husky voice.
His groan was as clear as if he'd been standing next to her. Audra grinned, biting back a giggle.
”How about I stick with truths?” he suggested. But Audra was skilled at reading people, and she could tell from his voice that the truths held just as much worry as the dares.
Interesting.
She glanced around and spied a package of Naughty Games dice. With a grin, she grabbed it and ripped it open.
”We'll roll,” Audra explained, making up her game as she looked at the hot pink dice. ”Even number is truth, odd is dare.”
”You carry dice with you?”
”You never know when you'll have the urge to do a little gambling,” Audra teased. ”After all, what's life without a risk?”
”Risk? Right.”
Audra frowned at his tone. Was he too much a good boy to play with her? Maybe she was crazy to be drawn to someone so much her opposite.
”Okay, roll,” he instructed.
”You're comfy?”
”h.e.l.l, no. But I'm ready to play with you.”
With a grin of appreciation, she tossed the dice on the low display table.
”Odd.”
”So you have to take a dare?”
She'd thought she was rolling for him. With a mental shrug, Audra stretched one arm overhead to release the tension in her lower spine. She wished she had one of those headsets in case this got to be a two-handed game.
”I have to take the dare,” she agreed. ”What's your pleasure?”
”My pleasure? I'm thinking more along the lines of what's your pleasure.”
”Now that'd be a truth.”
”Good point. Are you in a private place?”
Audra glanced toward the boutique door and raised blinds on the bank of windows. She was partially obscured by a couple of clothes racks, but she'd hardly call it hidden.
”Private enough. Go for it.”
His pause was filled with sparks of s.e.xual awareness. Audra imagined him sitting somewhere, maybe a semidark room, fantasizing about her. Or more specifically, what he wanted her to do to herself.
She s.h.i.+fted a bit, adjusting her denim miniskirt in antic.i.p.ation.
”Close your eyes,” he instructed.
With a smile, antic.i.p.ation coursing through her, she did.
”Now with your free hand, I want you to touch yourself.”
She lightly sc.r.a.ped her nails up her thigh, heading toward the hem of her skirt.
”Start at your forehead,” he instructed.
Audra's eyes flew open. Huh? What happened to phone s.e.x? Was this some dumb idea of romance? What a waste of o.r.g.a.s.m potential.
Before she could redirect his dare, he continued.
”C'mon, it's a dare. You have to do what I say, right?”
She pulled the phone away from her ear with a frown. How'd he know she wasn't? After rolling her eyes, she closed them and put the phone back to her ear. Then she followed the dare instructions and reached up to smooth her forehead.
”Imagine it's me, lightly tracing your face. Imagine that I'm sitting with you, staring at your beautiful features. Those sharp cheekbones, the little point of your chin. Imagine I'm rubbing my thumb across the full softness of your lower lip.”
Audra's breath shuddered. Had any man ever looked at her like this? Ever memorized her features or taken such pleasure in imagining himself himself touching them? touching them?
”Slide your tongue out and wet your bottom lip,” he said, his voice a lyrical seduction. ”Then suck your finger into your mouth. Imagine it's me.”