HAYDEN (Dragon Security Book 5) by Glenna Sinclair

else but me. But I was afraid of what would happen if we went further than this.
    I must have taken too long to answer because my phone rang, Hayden’s face filling the screen. I mumbled a soft hello as I answered it.
    “What are you wearing?”
    “Hayden,” I whispered, my heart in my throat.
    “Tell me.”
    “Shorts and a t-shirt.”
    “Take them off.”
    “Hayden, Megan’s in the next room!”
    “She doesn’t need to know. Go lock the door and then take off your clothes.”
    His voice…it was an order that I knew I couldn’t disobey. I did as he said, padding across to the door that separated my room from the rest of the suite. I could hear the television still on in the sitting room, so I knew that Megan was only a few feet from where I stood. My heart was pounding.
    I stared at the phone as I slowly undressed, almost as if he could see me through the eyes of a picture I’d taken nearly three years ago.
    “Okay,” I said softly into the phone, trying to keep my voice down.
    “Lay on the bed. Get comfortable. Listen to my voice.”
    My heart was still pounding. It was the kind of pounding that a month ago would have scared me to death. But now I just wanted to listen to his voice, just like he said.
    I settled back against the pillow, pulled a light sheet up against my body, and closed my eyes.
    “Okay.”
    “I’m there with you,” he said. “My hands are itching to touch you, but not yet. Right now, I’m lying close to you, so close you can feel my heat, but I’m not touching you. I’m just enjoying the sight of your beautiful body. My eyes are moving over you, pausing at the sight of your erect nipples, at the sight of the tiny goosebumps the cool air has caused to rise on your creamy peach skin. I want to touch your breasts and feel the weight of them against my palms, but I’m waiting. Waiting for you to ask for it.”
    “Hayden…”
    “Shh, baby. Just listen.”
    He cleared his throat before he continued. “My eyes move further down your body, moving over your hips, the flare of bone, and then the little curve that defines your femininity. Your thighs, the way they part naturally to leave you free for my touch. My fingers ache to touch you there, to feel the moisture that tells me how badly you want me—how much you want me inside of you. My tongue tingles at the thought of pressing it there against your clit—at the idea of tasting you and the sweetness no one else has ever experienced.
    “My cock is rock hard just at the thought of touching you. My fingers are almost numb they tingle so intensely. I move close to you, my mouth so close to your ear that you can feel the heat of my breath against your skin. You turn your head, aching for my kiss, but if I kiss you, I’ll lose all control.”
    I bit back a groan, and my chest ached as my heart continued to pound. My breath was coming in quick little gasps; my body was swollen with need. I moved my hips against the cool sheet, the movement almost like a touch of his hand. And that just made the need erupt even more intensely along my hips, my belly.
    “I move over your body, my breath the only thing touching you as I move close. I move low as I lean over you, my naked body so close, but still so far away.”
    “Hayden…” I whispered, my eyes still closed, my imagination burning with the images he was creating for me.
    “Say my name again,” he demanded.
    “Hayden. Please, Hayden, touch me.”
    He groaned. “I want to touch you. But I know I’ll lose control. I’ll cum so fast that neither of us will get the satisfaction we need.”
    “Are you really…?” I didn’t know how to say it. But I wanted to know. “Are you really that close?”
    “I am so close, baby. My body aches for yours. Whenever I close my eyes, or I feel a breeze pass over my skin, I see you; I feel you. Just the sound of your voice does things to me.”
    “I wish you were here.”
    “I am there, baby. I’m leaning over you, my nose less than a hair