Her finger hovered on the send button. She shouldn’t, but she did, then set the phone on her nightstand.

She was surprised when she got a return text.

You were out late.

She smiled and returned the text. These women party hard.

She hit send.

A few seconds later, her phone rang, startling her.

“Hey,” Trevor said when she picked up.

“Hi.” She couldn’t believe the thrill she felt hearing his voice. She wasn’t a teenager anymore, and hadn’t been one for a long time. But still, she fully admitted she was deep in lust with this man. “You’re up late.”

“The phone woke me.”

“Sorry,” she said. “I knew I shouldn’t have sent that text.”

“It’s okay. I’m glad you sent it.”

“Don’t you have a roommate when you’re on the road?”

“I’m out in the hall.”

She laughed. “Better not get in trouble for breaking curfew.”

“I don’t think loitering in the hall is considered breaking curfew. You tucked in safe in bed now?”

“Yes.”

“I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

She took a deep breath. “Me, too. Too bad I can’t be your roommate.”

“Yeah. Too bad about that. Also too bad I have a roommate tonight, or we could have some serious phone sex.”

“Trevor.” Her body swelled with instant need.

“Something to think about for the next time we’re alone.”

“You’re good at tormenting me.”

“Call it foreplay.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Hey, you can always get yourself off and tell me about it later.”

“I could, couldn’t I? After all, I don’t have a roommate.”

His voice lowered. “And now my dick is hard.”

She slid down under the covers. “And I’m wet, thinking about you being hard.”

“What are you going to do about it?” he asked.

“I don’t know.” She petted her pu**y, wishing he were there to take care of things.

“Make yourself come, Haven. Let me hear it.”

She sucked in a breath. “And then what will you do?”

“Then after we hang up I’ll sneak into the bathroom and jack off. Really quietly.”

Just the thought of him doing that was enough to ratchet up her desire to unbearable levels.

“Hang on a second.” She pulled off the covers, and shimmied out of her underwear. “Okay.”

“Are you naked?”

“From the waist down. How about you?”

He laughed. “Uh, no. But I’m hard. Really hard, and picturing you on your bed. Spread your legs for me, Haven.”

She really wished she could see him. That he could see her. But that would be unwise, especially with him loitering in the hallway. With an erection. She spread her legs, her hand immediately drifting toward her pu**y, gliding over her flesh. “I’m touching myself. I wish it was you touching me.”

“I wish I could put my hands on you right now. Or my mouth. I want to make you come.”

And he could do it so easily, too. She closed her eyes and imagined him between her legs, his fingers and mouth doing delicious things to her. Instead, she used her own fingers, brushing over her clit. She knew her own body, knew what it took to bring herself to a lightning-fast orgasm.

“Haven, I hear your breathing. Do you know what that does to me?”

“Yes. I do.”

“Tell me what you’re doing.”

“I’m rubbing my clit. Slow to start, then giving it a little pressure. Going a little faster now. God, Trevor, just hearing your voice—I need to come so badly.”

“Put your fingers inside your pu**y for me. Don’t come just yet.”

She dipped a finger inside. “I’m so wet. I want your c**k in me.”

Now it was Trevor’s breath she heard. “I want that, too. Soon, babe. Fuck yourself for me.”

She did, her breath catching as she imagined Trevor’s thick c**k sliding in and out of her. “Trevor. This is so good. Fuck me, Trevor.”

“Christ, Haven. My c**k is so hard. Do you know how much I want to be there? How much I want to lick and suck your pu**y and make you come? Take your fingers out and lick them. Taste yourself for me.”

She shuddered at the hushed tone in his voice, knowing what it cost him to be out there in the hall, hard and aching. She removed her fingers, sucked her juices off each one, let him hear her until she heard him groan.