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I sat on the edge of the bed. “Are you okay? Brandon?”
    “I’m fine. Tell me.”
    I gulped down the dry lump that had formed in the back of my throat. “Black lace bra. Matching panties.”
    “The thong?”
    “Yes.”
    “Good. Good. This is good.” He let out another pained breath. “Lay down on the bed.”
    I winced at the sound he made. “Are you hurt?”
    “I’m fine. Lay down on the bed.”
    I did as he said, resting my head on his pillow. I could still smell him there, his clean scent filling my senses. I felt myself melt a little and pressed the phone more tightly to my ear. “Okay.”
    “The things I’m going to do to you, Jen.” He almost growled into the phone.
    A gasp escaped my lips as a thrill raced through my body and centered between my legs.
    “I’m kissing your sweet mouth. Tasting you. Do you feel that?”
    My mouth formed a tiny “o” and I let out a little whimper. “Yes.”
    “You taste like raspberries, Jen.” He groaned into my ear. “Now I’m going to work on your on-buttons.”
    My words came out on a sigh. “My on-buttons?” God, I wanted him there. Touching me. My body throbbed and all I could think about was feeling his skin against mine.
    “Nine of them. Where’s the first one?”
    My voice was barely above a whisper. “I have nine?” Another thrill of electricity ran through me, just thinking about where he would touch me. I really had nine? Nine places he could touch to make me come alive. Oh, God…
    “You help me count. Where’s the first one?”
    “Oh, dear God.” I closed my eyes, imagining where he would kiss me first. Heat burned through my body; I could feel his lips grazing my skin. “Under my ear.”
    “Number one. Do you feel my tongue there, Jen?”
    “Oh…” I could. It was like his tongue was there, laving against that sensitive flesh, waking up my every nerve.
    “Your skin is so sweet. Like sunshine. I’m going to kiss you again before I move to your other ear. Do you feel that?”
    “Yes,” I whispered. His lips melted into mine, his tongue tasting my mouth. I could feel him. He might not have been there, but I could feel every inch of him, his fingers caressing me, tracing fire over my skin.
    “My lips are under your other ear now. What number is that?”
    “Two. Oh.” My words came out on a long sigh. “Don’t stop.”
    “I’ll never stop, Jen. Where is number three?”
    I shook my head. I wanted him there, wanted this to be real. “I don’t know.”
    “Your collar bone. Do you feel it?”
    I reached up and skimmed the spot he was kissing in my mind. I didn’t even realize how much I loved it when he kissed that spot. “Yes. Three.”
    He groaned again. “Jesus, Jen. You are so fucking beautiful. My hands are on your waist. Can you feel them?”
    I felt his arms around me, holding me just above my hips, kneading my flesh. “Yes, I feel them. My hands are on your back, grazing your shoulder blades. Can you feel me?” I bit my upper lip, unsure if I was allowed to play along, too.
    “God, yes. I need to kiss you again before we move to four. God, you’re sweet.”
    “I can taste you, too, Brandon. The sting of your scotch. The sweet mint from your gum that you think covers it up.” My breath caught in my throat. “I can’t get enough of you. I’m so wet for you right now.”
    “Jesus Christ, Jen.” He let out a small moan. “I’m hard as a fucking rock for you. You’re so fucking sexy. So god-damned beautiful.”
    A tiny whimper left my lips. “Four.”
    “Four. Your collar bone on the other side. Fuck it, my hands are on your breasts now. Can you feel that?”
    I let my hand slide up to my breast, tracing around the hard bud under my bra. “Yes.”
    “Open your bra.”
    My finger slid under the hook and I flicked it open, revealing my breasts. My breath caught again, and I could feel his touch on them, feel him stroking the sensitive flesh.
    “My tongue is on that sweet little nipple of yours. I have the