Parental Guidance (Ice Knights #1)(45)

Warm desire flowed through her as her nipples, the ones she’d bet good money he was staring at right now, stiffened against her sleep shirt, the soft material not providing nearly enough of the rough friction she wanted right now. Caleb’s phone was angled so she only got a view of him from the waist up, but there was no mistaking what he was doing. His hands dropped lower, out of the frame, and he pushed down his pants or jeans or shorts or whatever the hell he’d been wearing on his lower half.

Hot in here? Yes, yes it was. “What are you doing?”

“Getting ready for bed.” He flipped off the overhead light, leaving only the bedside lamp.

The change in lighting did nothing to hide the lines of his body or the dark hint of the best kinds of trouble in his eyes. She should end the call. Say good night. Stop this while she still had the self-control to do it.

Who are you kidding?

“Why, does it bother you?” He picked up the phone and brought it close to his face so her view was now from the shoulder up. “Is that better?”

Oh, she was way past that. Her body was primed and aching for him. “You’re tormenting me on purpose.”

“I’d never do that.” He walked back to his bed, sitting down so he was resting against the propped-up pillows. “I’m just trying to even the score, since I’ve seen you without a stitch on. It seemed the gentlemanly thing to do.”

As if to prove his point, he kept the phone angled so all she got was him from the muscular shoulders up, which let her take in the dark scruff covering his jaw. She didn’t even have to think hard to recall the feel of it against her inner thighs.

Her core clenched, and it took everything she had not to slide her fingers underneath the elastic waistband of her panties right then. “Are you naked, Caleb?”

“I’m not telling,” he said, his voice rough and ready. “This is all the view you get tonight.”

“I know you’re just trying to get me worked up.” Which she’d passed five minutes ago and was now at the door of press-me-against-any-horizontal-surface-and-fuck-me. “It’s not working.”

His gaze dropped from her face to her chest and back up again. “Really?”

“It’s cold in here.” She twisted the side of her sleep shirt around one finger, the move tightening the material across her breasts. If he wanted to play let’s tease, she could do that.

His jaw tightened, and he moved his hand holding the phone, allowing her to watch as his hand slid over his pecs and down lower out of view. “So the flush in your cheeks is from the chill?”

Breath quickening, she ached for him. “Absolutely.”

“Zara, you’re damn good at just about everything I’ve seen you try, but you’re a very bad liar. When I get back, we’re going to have to have a long talk about that.”

He moved the phone again, giving her just enough of an eyeful of his chest and abs to make her sigh out loud. Damn, he was good at this—and the cocky bastard knew it. Time to give him some of his own back.

“Good luck in the game tomorrow.” She traced a finger across the scooped neckline of her sleep shirt, accidentally pushing it down lower, showing off her breasts from the top swells to almost her nipples. “I’ve gotta go and take care of something before bed.”

“Gonna tell me your plans?” he asked, his hot gaze roaming her as good as a touch.

“You’re not the only tease, Caleb.” She dipped her finger lower, under the soft cotton of her shirt, letting her finger graze the stiff tip of her nipple as he watched—not to give him a show but because watching his reaction to the move was a huge turn-on. “Good night.”

He let out a harsh groan. “Night, Zara.”

She ended the call wired, on edge, and desperate for relief. Ever so grateful that she’d already taken Anchovy for his last walk of the evening and that the big dog was asleep on his cushiony bed instead of hers for once, she headed straight for her bed. She had her fingers between her legs when the first buzz sounded on her phone. Ignoring it, she circled her clit, slow and soft, making that tight high-wire feeling last as long as she could.

The second buzz, however, pulled her straight out and she grabbed her phone, more than a little annoyed. That changed as soon as she opened her text messages. The first was a pic of Caleb from the abs down, the thick outline of his hard dick against his boxer briefs breathtakingly visible. The second photo was a side view without any underwear. While his junk was hidden by the way his hips were shifted away from the camera, she had the perfect view of his high, muscular ass in profile.

Her brain stopped functioning, but her fingers didn’t. Forget drawing it out. She rubbed faster, circling her clit and dipping down between her folds to slip a finger in her slick entrance before going back up to her clit, repeating the process while she looked at the photos until her orgasm hit. She was still trying to catch her breath when she took a picture of her own and hit send before she could second-guess it.

…

Caleb was already in the shower, his hand around his cock, when his phone dinged. He reached out past the shower curtain and grabbed it without losing a stroke. It was a photo of Zara’s slightly spread legs from just above the knees down—nothing he wouldn’t see at the beach except for one thing. Her black panties were around one ankle.

The water beating against his back could have been ice chips at that moment and he wouldn’t have cared, even if he’d noticed. His girl was tormenting him in the best way possible. He set his phone down outside the shower before he dropped it and planted his hand against the tile wall.