Chapter Sixty Five

He laughed again. She loved that laugh. It was yummy. Like hot fudge on vanilla ice cream. But she wasn't going to make another mistake and tell him that. A part of her wanted to go slow this time, in case he suddenly decided that what they were doing was wrong.

It didn't feel wrong one bit. She hoped he realized that too.

He was right. Talking on the phone unleashed her inhibitions in a way she might have found shocking, if she'd had time to be shocked.

"Are you wearing the T-shirt and shorts you put on this morning?" he asked suddenly.

"Yes. Why?" she asked.

"I want to picture you as accurately as I can. You said you were aroused. Are your nipples standing up? If I were there in the bedroom with you, could I see them through your T-shirt?"

"T-shirt and bra!" She said. She looked down and saw the twin points outlined by the soft fabric. The bra did nothing to hide them. She had taken her lower lip between her teeth when he said, "Are they nice hard little points?"