Page 18 of Texas Kissing

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Page 18 of Texas Kissing

“She’s eighty-three, Lily. What did you want me to say, that I want to rip off your panties and fuck you until you bite my shoulder?”

The phone slipped out of my hand and I fumbled it three times before I got it to my ear again. “Why are you calling?” I asked, my face scarlet.

“I wondered if you wanted to drop by the stables?” he said. “See the horses?”

“I don’t like horses,” I said.

“Who doesn’t likehorses?”

I tried to put into words why I didn’t like them, but it sounded stupid in my head. So I just said, “Me.”

“So don’t come for the horses.”

“Why else would I come?”

Silence. A deep, hot, throbbing silence. I swallowed.

“What are you doing?” he asked. “What are you wearing?”

That goddamn voice—dust and sweat and whisky-raw heat. It twisted deep into my mind and made me go mushy inside.

I looked down at my bra and panties. I was still on all fours. “I’m baking cookies,” I said. “Double-chocolate. And I’m in a summer dress.”

“Ilovecookies,” he said. “Bring some with you.”

“Oh no, I’ve irretrievably burned them.”

“I don’t think you’re baking at all.”

“I have to go. I have work to do.”

“You want to know what I think you’re doing?” he asked.

“Not especially.”

“I bet you’re still in bed. Lying on your back.”

I looked down at my tools and oil-covered hands. “Not even close.”

“On your knees, then. No, wait—on all fours.”

I swallowed. “No.”Goddamn, that voice.

“I bet you’re thinking about me.” Each word was like dark, sweet molasses. “My hands on your hips.”

“No.”

“Rubbing you with my thumbs. Drawing your panties down your thighs….”

“I’m hanging up the phone now,” I said, not hanging up the phone.

“Pushing your knees apart a little, so I can get my head between your thighs.”

I stopped talking.

“Can you feel my breath on you right now, Lily? Myhot breath right on your pussy?”

I bit my lip.




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