Breathe In (Just Breathe, #1)(140)

“Hey, beautiful,” he returns with his low, husky voice.

“What’s with the sexy voice?” I ask.

“What sex voice?” he chuckles.

“You know what I’m talking about . . . you know what you’re doing.” I reply.

He laughs. “Do you like it?”

“No comment . . .” I return playfully.

“So you do,” he accuses. “I’ll have to make a point to do it again in the future.”

“How was the rest of your day?” I redirect our conversation.

“Good. Yours?”

“Good.”

We don’t say anything. Well, I don’t say anything as I enter Nathan’s condo and head back to my room.

“What are you up to?” he inquires.

“Just getting back into Nathan’s,” I whisper, not wanting to be overheard.

“Took Sadie out?”

“Yeah. What are you still doing up?” I close the door to the bedroom.

“Wanted to hear you voice before I fall asleep,” he sweetly admits.

A weird feeling surfaces in my belly. I’m not sure what it equate it to. Maybe, it’s like the feeling I got as a kid the night before Christmas when my parents were still alive. I’m not sure why, but I like it. It reminds me of happy times and happy feelings that have been long lost.


“What are you up to?” I peruse.

“Laying in bed. Thinking of you,” he says, using the sexy voice again.

“Mmmm,” I hum.

“Is that for what I said or how I said it . . . or both,” he questions.

“Hmmm . . . I think I’ll keep that to myself for now,” I taunt.

“So that’s how you want to be?” he quips.

“A girl can’t share all her secrets,” I muse.

He chuckles. “No. I guess not . . . but you are giving me enough.”

“Enough?”

“Yeah, enough to work with,” he devilishly stabs.

“What do you mean?”

“A guy can’t share all his secrets,” he returns with his husky voice.

“I see how it is,” I reply with my own provocative tone.

I’m thoroughly enjoying the banter. It’s turning me on.

“Keep that up and I’ll be driving over to Nathan’s,” he directs.

“What?” I feign my actions and words.

“You’re tempting me to come over and show you, not caring who’s there,” he shares.

I redden at the thought. Would he really do that? Would I mind? No. Not Really. Okay, maybe part of me for letting people know, but I’m so horny right now that I’m so tempted to provoke him to see if he really does it. Besides, even if he did come over, that doesn’t mean I’d let him in.

“We need to start using FaceTime,” he declares.

“Why?”

I know why, but I just want to hear him say it.

“So I can see your reaction. It’s killing me when you don’t say anything,” he explains.

“Why? What do you mean?” My brow furrows a little at his statement.

“I can guess easier at what you’re thinking when I see you compared to this. This is torture, but texting is even worse,” he admits.

Biting my lip, I can’t help but laugh out loud a little at his words.

“You know what I’m talking about, and don’t say that you need to have some secrets,” he insists with a hint of defeat.

“You don’t seem like a man to give up let alone be defeated so easily,” I bait.

“I’m not giving up . . . especially after seeing your reaction to agreeing to be Chris’ date,” he recalls.

“Please don’t remind me,” I whine. “Shit. Now the moment is ruined. Why did you have to mention him?”

“Damn. Sorry,” he quickly apologizes.

“Now you’ve got to make it up to me,” I entice to get our focus back on our playful banter.

“Anything . . . name it!” he says, practically jumping through the phone.

“Hmmm . . .” I try to think about what he could say or do right now. “Say something with your sexy voice,” I direct.

“For you, beautiful, anything,” his voice delivers perfectly, echoing through my ear and erotically teasing my whole body.

“Mmmm . . .” I return as my right hand uncontrollably dips down between my legs. I can’t will it to stop. My breathing heightens as my fingers glide up and down my mounds over my underwear. Control yourself, Emma.

Joe clears his throat before investigating, “What was that?”

“Hmmm . . . nothing,” I contend, regaining self-control. Funny thing is that I don’t sound flustered.

“That didn’t sound like nothing,” he retorts a little shaky. “Do you . . . uhhh . . . need some assistance?”

“No,” I deliver as my hand slides up and over my nipple.

“Sounds like you do,” he asserts clearing his throat again.

“Mmmm . . . no.”

I feel like I should be alarmed or embarrassed at what is happening, but I’m not. This is so weird.

“I should let you go,” I say, wanting to continue to pleasure myself without him hearing me.