Can't Touch This (Can't Touch This #1)

Rustling sounded in the background. I wanted to ask what she was wearing, where she’d been, how her day was, and if she’d thought about me. But I wasn’t a clinger and I wouldn’t come across as a dweeb.

Play it cool, Carson.

Be cool.

“So…you good?” I slapped my forehead.

Smooth.

Real smooth.

She giggled. “Is that your way of easing into a conversation that’s already so loaded with things we’re not saying, we might as well let silence take over?”

Hell, this woman just got me.

If this was a spell, then she was the ultimate magician. Shit, she might be so powerful, she was the one who created the earth in six days and then relaxed in heavenly splendour while thinking up ways to make me fall on the seventh.

“Fine…you want to play that card? I want to know everything,” I said. “I want to know what you’re doing right now, what you’ve been doing all day, what you plan on doing tonight. I want to see you. Shit, let me come over there and finish what we started.”

Yep, smoothness just took a flying leap out the boarded-up kitchen window.

Vesper’s soft sigh made love to my ear. “Aww, that’s sweet. Are you missing me?”

“Like a bloody crack addict.”

“Did you just refer to me as drugs?”

“You are a drug.”

“And what are you? My antidote?”

“I am if you want me to be.”

We both laughed at how ridiculous we were.

She said, “To answer your invasive, stalkerish questions. I was at work all day. Preformed two surgeries, saved a squashed kitty’s life but not his front leg unfortunately, and worked with Polly on a new filing system to make our notes flow better. I’ve just poured myself a vodka and lime because I’m so on edge needing to come from some annoying man who paraded his perfect penis in front of me last night but didn’t come prepared with a condom, and I need to not look so wired as I’m about to hang up on you and attend an online vet conference with bushy moustached men and angry women who really need to have sex just like I really need to have sex.” She panted, then added, “Did I mention I really need to have sex.”

My throat closed up as my hand drifted to rearrange my rapidly hardening cock. “Just sex or sex with a particular person?”

“I can think of one person in mind.”

“Oh yeah…is he a relation by any chance?”

“How did you guess?” Her voice lowered. “Does that make me a naughty girl?”

“So, so fucking naughty.”

Goosebumps stood up on my arms as I broke a rule and popped my jeans to insert my hand around my cock. “Vesper?”

“Mmm?”

“I’m touching it.”

“Dangnamit, Ryder.” More rustling sounded and the sharp intake of breath over the phone made my cock come alive like a komodo dragon about to breathe fire. “Now, I’m touching it.”

“You can touch mine if I can touch yours.”

She breathed, “I give you all the permission in the world.”