Free Somebody's Lover by Jasmine Haynes Page B

give up those sensations now that she’d discovered them. And this
wouldn’t hurt anybody. It was the phone. Merely his voice, the memory of his
touch, and her own fingers caressing her nipple. No one ever had to know.
    She pulled her shirt up, exposing
herself.
    “More, Jace,” she whispered.
    “Tell me what you’re doing.”
    She closed her eyes and pinched
lightly. “I feel you take my nipple in your mouth. You suck and I feel it all
the way down between my legs.”
    “I’m kissing my way down your
abdomen, licking your belly button.”
    She dipped her finger into her
belly button, her hand following his voice.
    “Spread your legs, baby. Let me
feel how wet you are.”
    She felt his quickened breath in
her ear as if he were right there. Dipping her fingers, she found herself
dripping, ready.
    “Oh God, Jace, it aches when you
touch me like that.” She moaned for him.
    “I wanna use my tongue on you. I
wanna make you come.”
    She caressed her clitoris, arching,
her fingers biting into the phone. “Please make me come.”
    “Put your finger inside yourself.”
    All the way in, then she slid
deliciously back out, with a soft murmur. “I’m so wet and slippery. Does it
turn you on when I touch myself, Jace? Does it make you want to take your cock
out?”
    “It’s already out, baby. And I’m so
fucking hard listening to you. Have you ever come over the phone before?”
    She twisted in the bed, spread
herself wider as if he were lying between her thighs. “No.”
    “It’ll blow your mind,” he
whispered. “Keep playing. Rub all that sweet juice over your pussy.”
    She didn’t think she’d ever been so
wet or so hot. Her hips moved, rising to meet the push of her fingers. She
couldn’t talk, couldn’t breathe, could only moan and writhe and never let go of
the phone, listening to his soft whispers, his hot words.
    “Come on, baby, come for me. Come
now. Oh, Jesus. I can’t hold it. I need to fuck you. Aw, Christ. You don’t
know.”
    She came as he did, in an explosion
of color and light behind her lids. Jace cried out, his voice wrapping around
her, part of her, inside her. She bit her lip to hold everything inside, a soft
moan sliding out anyway, even as she gathered in every sound he made, gathered
them all to her heart.
    Then the phone went dead.
    Her body quivered and quaked. Why
had he hung up without even saying good-bye? Taylor rolled over, pulled her
knees to her chest, and hugged the phone. She was still so wet and hot and
needy. Needing Jace.
    What was happening to her? How
could she keep doing such crazy things? Maybe it was best that he’d cut off so
abruptly. Next thing, she might have been begging him to come over. Just
playing with him on the phone wasn’t enough.
    She knew better than to promise
herself she’d stop. He’d proven to her that she couldn’t.
     
    * * * * *
     
    Jace lay there, filling his chest
with great gulps of air.
    God, I love you, Taylor.
    He was so fucking crazy in love
with her.
    Crazy enough to shout it to the
world. And to her over a goddamn phone line. He could only thank God he’d
managed to disconnect before he’d completely let loose.
    He’d been in love with her almost
half his life. He was more than used to the idea. But it was too soon for
Taylor. She needed more time to accept. He could wait. He would have to because
he’d just made a deal with the devil. His silence in return for her body, but
not her heart. At least he’d have time to work on her. Until he was as
important to her as her next breath. Until she couldn’t imagine life without
him. Until she was as addicted to him as he was to her.
    Until he was sure she could forgive
him for having caused Lou’s death.

Chapter
Eight
     
     
    Jace touched Taylor every chance he
got. Her elbow as she stepped out of the house carrying the plate of
hamburgers. Her fingers as she passed the coleslaw. Her thigh with his as she
sat next to him at the picnic table, something he’d