Present
“Was that all she said?” Linc asks, his concerned face filling my screen.
I’m sitting cross-legged in bed, my new laptop sitting in front of me. We’ve been chatting for a little more than half an hour and I’m silently thanking whoever came up with the innovative idea of FaceTime. I don’t know what I would do if I had to go two weeks without seeing his handsome face.
He’s caught me up on his day and how the second he landed he was whisked away to his first of several interviews and one performance to promote the new album. Tomorrow and the day after will be packed full so this might be the only chance I get to talk to him like this until Thursday.
“I don’t like the idea of you two being there alone with her. I want you to call Rachel and Will over. It would make me feel better knowing someone else is there.”
“She’s not going to do anything, Linc. She would never hurt us.”
“You said the same thing about him and he almost…” He clears his throat and leans closer to the screen, his eyes swimming with pain. “It fuckin’ kills me to think about it. Ever since you told me what happened I keep wondering what-if. What-if he would have…”
I swallow back the guilt but like always, it still lingers. “Linc, don’t. Don’t do that to yourself.” I’ve thought about it enough myself. It’s frightening to know how close I came to death.
“Forgive me for being a little protective. I understand you want to trust her, and I’m not here to dictate what you do, but I do not want you or Caroline alone with her. Period.” His stern voice forbids me to argue.
“I’ll call Rachel in the morning.”
He sighs in relief. “Thank you.”
“You look tired.”
“I am. And I’ve got an early morning. Long day tomorrow.”
“You should get some rest.”
“Yeah, but there’s no way I could go to sleep without talkin’ to my girl. I wish I were in bed with you right now.”
I smile. “Me too.”
His eyes become hooded, desire swirling deep in their green depths. “Is your door locked?”
I nod.
He lowers his voice. “Take your shirt off.”
I can see his arm moving slightly and I wonder if he’s touching himself. Instead of asking, I do as I’m told and remove my thin T-shirt to reveal my white bra.
“Beautiful. Now your shorts.”
Getting up from the bed, I shimmy out of my shorts, my heart thundering in my chest as I climb back onto the mattress. I feel self-conscious and awkward but that all fades away when he says, “Relax, babe. It’s just us.”
“I don’t know why I’m so nervous.”
“You have nothing to be nervous about. You trust me, right?”
That’s the stupidest question ever.
“Completely.”
He smiles, satisfied with my answer. “Lie back, spread your legs, and put the laptop between them. Close. I wanna see everything.”
Swallowing hard, I summon my courage and situate the laptop between my legs, tilting the screen.
“Perfect.”
He reaches behind his neck to take off his shirt, then tilts his screen so I can see all of him, too. He’s sitting in a big leather chair. I can see numerous awards displayed on the lighted shelves behind him and several large picture frames scattered about.
“Sylvie.” My name brings my eyes back to his, dark pools of green flaming with need. “Lean back.”
His voice is like silk, slithering down my spine to center between my legs. “Yes, now pull those pretty panties aside and show me how wet you are.”
He’s still stroking himself, mouth parted, muscles strained. He looks absolutely stunning. My body relaxes, desire filling my blood, discarding all of my inhibitions. Starting at my stomach, my hand slowly drifts down between my legs. I feel sexy beneath his heated stare.
Beautiful.
Brave.
He watches my hand closely, licking his lips when I pull the fabric aside, holding it there, showing him what he wants.
“I’d give anything to lick you right now. I can still taste you on my lips from this morning.”
His words intensify the throb beneath my fingers as I slide them back and forth teasingly. “Linc,” I moan, bringing my other hand up to cup my breast, but it’s not the same.
I’m desperate for his touch.
Desperate for him.
“Look at me while you touch yourself, Sylvie. Tell me how it feels.”
“It feels…good, but not the same. I need you,” I pant.
“I need you too, babe. I need you to slip one of those fingers inside your pussy.” He grins and I blush, hesitating. I’ve never done anything like this before. It’s embarrassing and exhilarating all at the same time. “Finger, Sylvie.”
Biting down on my bottom lip, I push one finger inside of me on a gasp. My body warms and my breathing accelerates. I close my eyes, listening to his deep, sensual voice. “That’s it. Just like that,” he grits, his control hanging on by a thread. “Another. Push them deep, Sylvie. Fuck yourself like I would.”
Adding my ring finger to join my middle, I open my eyes to find his blazing with hunger. His mouth is in the shape of a small O, mirroring mine. Then I drop my eyes between his legs. My thrusting fingers and his stroking hand sends me hurdling over the edge. Arching my back from the bed, I clamp my thighs around my hand and turn my head into the pillow to stifle my moans.
He groans and I know he’s right there with me.
Once I’ve floated back down from my pleasure-induced high, I become conscious of where I am and what’s just happened. I quickly remove my hand from between my legs and slide my panties back into place, shifting to sit up.
“Jesus, that is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he says.
I agree.
In all the times I’ve touched myself, it has never felt like that. I begin to put my T-shirt back on when his voice stops me. “You okay?”
“Yeah…I was just…I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“Good. I like knowing I get to share this first with you. I wish I were there right now so I could hold you.”
“Me too.”
“I better get some shut-eye. Four a.m. is gonna come early as hell in the morning.”
“All right.”
“Sweet dreams. Love you, baby.”
“Love you, too.”
I close the screen and turn out the light, crawling beneath the covers. With a smile on my face, I snuggle the pillow he slept on last night to my chest, inhaling his familiar scent. Then I fall into a deep, deep sleep with the sweetest of dreams.