Mozart ring tone on her cell phone pulled Alaina Rowen from sleep just as the
alarm beeped. Rolling over, she turned off the beeping alarm before picking up
the small pink cell phone Gray had given her just before he’d left town for a
week of meetings in Quantico, Virginia.
didn’t bother to check the display. She just flipped it open and brought it to
her ear. Only one person had the number - Gray Woolphe, Marine Corps pilot,
Cherokee healer and her man. “Good morning, Gray.”
dark sexy voice, more than the question, sent a shiver of lust through her. At
once her nipples beaded and juices pooled between her lower lips.
totally,” she whispered.
boyfriend’s out of town and I get cold without him sleeping all curled up next
smiled at his groan at the other end of the phone. Gray had only been gone for
three days, but these phone calls were becoming torture. Sex talk to start and
end each day made her both love him and miss him more. She couldn’t wait until
Friday night when he returned home.
are you wearing?"
black thong and the black Pirate Wench tank top my super-hunk boyfriend bought
me at the beach last weekend.” Hearing another groan Alaina’s hunger began
to spiral. She slid her free hand across her chest to tweak her stone hard
nipples through the tank top. It amazed her how Gray could build her so she was
nearly orgasmic just by talking to her. “What are you wearing?” she asked
though she knew the answer.
smile and a hard-on that could pound nails through concrete.” His dark, deep
voice gave her such a visual she couldn’t help but slide her hand down her
body from her tit to rub between her puffy lower lips.
painful. Stroke it for me.”