Free Valentine Wishes (Baxter Academy Book 1) by Jane Charles

he wants to see it sometime. I don’t own a pink bra.
    “So, what are you wearing now?”
    If a stranger would call and ask that question, I’d get all creeped out and hang up, possibly even change my number, but Brett asking it in his gruff morning voice just stirs my blood. “T-shirt.”
    “T-shirt and pink panties. Sexy.”
    I have to laugh. “Hardly.”
    “Oh, you would be surprised at what I find sexy.”
    “Really?” I’ll humor him.
    “When it’s the right girl, every fucking thing is sexy.”
    This is so not the same Brett who took me out that first night. Not that I have anything against that Brett, but I really like this one too. How many facets are there to him?
    “You know, if we were in that king bed now, I’d be under that t-shirt.”
    My nipples tighten just at the thought.
    “I couldn’t see your boobs last night because of your dress, but I do have an imagination.”
    “As do I,” I return. “Something of extreme interest arose.”
    “It was all for you.” He chuckles. “And ready and waiting now, if you must know.”
    “You haven’t even seen me today.”
    “Don’t need to,” he answers. “I woke up thinking about those pink panties and wondering what color your nipples are.”
    This time my face heats.
    “Are they brown, or more of a coral?”
    Is he really asking me that question?
    “Well, which?”
    I swallow. “Coral, I guess.”
    He tsks. “I guess I’ll have to see them for myself to know for certain.”
    The sooner the better.
    “Are they hard?”
    “What?”
    “Your nipples. They were pebbled nice and tight last night, pushing against your dress. I was salivating, wanting to taste them.”
    Well, if they weren’t hard before, they certainly were now.
    “Well, are they? Tell me.”
    “Um, yeah.”
    “You see, if I were there, I’d have the t-shirt pushed up over your boobs so that I could see and touch them.”
    My hand goes under my shirt and I caress my boob. My nipples are tight and puckered.
    “I’d weigh them, squeeze gently, then tease each nipple.”
    I pinch the end of one and desire shoots to my vagina.
    “Do it for me. What’s it feel like?”
    My eyes blink open. “Are you having phone sex with me?”
    “Yeah. If we can’t have real sex, we might as well have phone sex.”
    I didn’t think it was possible to get hotter, but I am, and kick the covers off of my body. Then I spy my bedroom door. It’s shut, but not locked. Though, nobody ever comes in here without knocking, today would be the day grandmother or Theo would decide to barge in. Quickly I jump from the bed and race across the room and turn the lock.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Locking my bedroom door.”
    “Good girl. Now get back in bed.”
    My knees are wobbly as I crawl back to the center. Did he just give me an order and I’m obeying without question? Damn, this gets hotter by the moment.
    “Is your door locked?” I ask him.
    “This is about you, not me.”
    “Oh no, two can play at this game. Is your door locked?”
    “It’s always locked. I live in a house with seven kids who don’t understand boundaries.”
    “At least you don’t have to share a room with one of them,” I point out. Because otherwise, this would be very awkward. In fact, this conversation wouldn’t even be happening.
    “Instead, I have a comfortable, single bed, in the back room of a basement. But, it’s all mine and mine alone.”
    “Single, as in a twin bed.”
    “Second reason I can’t bring you here and do all the things I’ve fantasized about in the last thirty-six hours.”
    “Second? What’s the first?”
    “The seven kids, and aunt and uncle who also live here.”
    I have to laugh. It can’t be easy living there when he’s probably been on his own since he got out of the Army.
    “Now, where were we?” he asks.
    “We are both in bed and doors are locked.”
    “Ah, yes. Now I remember I was appreciating your boobs.”
    “And I am