She did miss seeing him, and counted the days until Friday arrived. Soren didn’t know it yet, but she planned to spend the night with him. With no seasickness to interrupt them, there would be nothing stopping them from taking things to the very end.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” Soren said.
Treasure smiled. “And I’ve thought of you. Is it Friday yet?”
He chuckled. “I feel the same way. Talking to you on the phone is nice and all, but it doesn’t beat holding you in my arms. I’d invite you over to the mansion, but then I’d have to put you through the whole ‘meet my parents’ kind of thing. I don’t think either of us is ready for that yet.”
“No,” she said. “It’s a little early for that.”
Treasure had been a bit surprised to hear Soren had never before moved out of his parents’ house. But hearing how well-to-do they were, it made a bit of sense. Families with money tended to stay together, some having their children remain in the family home even after they’d gotten married. Personally, she couldn’t have done it. She loved her parents and all, but she liked being on her own.
“So what do you have on?” Soren asked in a husky voice.
She laughed. “Is this your attempt at starting some phone sex?”
“What if I were to say yes?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never done it before,” she said, grinning, even though Soren couldn’t see her. She really didn’t know if he was joking with her or not.
“Then I guess that would make us a couple of phone sex virgins.”
Getting into the game, Treasure said, “Okay. If we were to do this, how would you start?”
“I’d probably tell you how I would picture myself kissing you, tasting you, letting you know how much I thought of doing it. I’d kiss you until I had you moaning and pressing yourself as close to me as you could get.”
Treasure licked her lips, easily able to imagine the kind of kiss Soren talked about.
She could almost feel his mouth moving on hers. “And after that?”
“I’d slowly strip you out of your clothes, making sure I learned every inch of skin with my lips and tongue before I focused on your breasts. Those, I’d suck on until you begged me for more.” Soren’s voice sounded strained.
She squirmed on the couch, squeezing her legs together to try to alleviate the ache that built deep inside her pussy. She felt herself grow wet. “And what would I do to you? Would I undo the button and zipper on your jeans? If I did, I’d reach in and pull out your cock, which would already be hard for me. I’d stroke you, making you even harder until you begged to be put inside me.”
“Oh god, enough. This is just making it harder,” Soren said in a tight voice.
“What is harder? Your cock?”
“We have to stop, Treasure.” A loud animalistic growl sounded on the other end.
This time, not swept away on a wave of passion, it registered as strange. “Soren?
Did you just growl like some kind of animal?”
“No. It was something on my television. I have on a documentary about wolves.”
“It sounded a lot closer than coming from a TV.”
Treasure could tell the difference between background noise and something that was done directly into the phone. The growl had sounded too clear.
“It really was the TV. I’ve turned it off now.”
“I could go for a documentary, and I do like wolves. What channel is it on?”
“Ah, I don’t remember.”
“Well, turn the TV back on. It’ll still be set to the same channel.” Why was she getting the impression Soren fibbed to her?
“It won’t be,” he said. “While we talked I channel-surfed, so I’d have to flip through them all to find it again.”
Feeling the tension that suddenly built between them, Treasure tried to lighten the mood. “What? You were sex-talking me and you channel-surfed at the same time? I don’t know if I should be insulted,” she said with a small laugh. It ended up working.
“Hey, I had to do something to distract myself, or I would have made a mess in my pants,” he replied, the strain in his voice not as pronounced.
She was about to say something else when her stomach growled—loudly. “Now I’m doing some growling of my own.”
“What?” Soren asked, unease in his tone.
“My stomach growled. I haven’t had dinner yet.”
“Oh,” he said with a chuckle. “Then I’d better let you go so you can eat something.
It’s getting late.”
“All right. Will you call me tomorrow? I shouldn’t be as late getting home.”
“I will. Have a good night. I’ll be thinking of you.”
“And I’ll be thinking of you. Bye.”
Treasure hung up and smiled, hugging her arms around her middle. She really hoped Soren would be the one man who’d want something lasting with her. At thirty, she was ready to settle down when she found the right guy. And more and more she thought Soren was that man. Time would only tell, but she’d do her best to get him to think she could be his one.
Soren tossed his cell phone on the bed next to him. That had been a close one. And could he have thought up a more stupid excuse than saying he watched a wolf documentary? And then when she called him on it, he’d said he had channel-surfed while he’d phone-sexed her. He wouldn’t blame Treasure if she thought he was an idiot.
But he hadn’t been able to come up with anything better that quickly. He’d thought he’d have some fun with Treasure with the sexy talk over the phone. Only it had backfired on him. He’d become so turned-on it had the mating urge riding him as if there were no tomorrow. If he’d come, which he had been pretty damn close to doing, it would have made it almost unbearable.
The last two days it had reached the point where he couldn’t think about anything else except for Treasure. The erotic dreams he had each time he fell asleep left him aching with arousal. He didn’t even want to think about what shape he’d be in when Friday rolled around. It was going to be pure torture to hold off making love to Treasure to tell her what he was. He could just imagine himself falling on her as soon as she walked through the penthouse door. That was something he couldn’t allow to happen.
Letting out a long breath, Soren picked up the remote to the TV that sat in a wall unit at the end of his bed. He hadn’t had the damn thing on when he talked to Treasure, but he now needed the distraction it would give him. He just hoped there was a documentary about wolves on somewhere, or his soon-to-be mate would think he’d lied to her.
He flipped the channels and breathed a sigh of relief when he did find one. Soren looked over the pack of wild wolves that were on the screen and decided his fur while in wolf form looked a lot better than theirs.
Soren opened the door to the mansion and then stepped back to allow the two men who stood on the other side to come in. It was finally Friday and Atticus and Kian had come to help him move out. A fourteen-foot rental truck sat already parked out front just waiting to be loaded. Once that was done, he had to wait for the final word from his lawyer that the penthouse had closed, then he could go get the keys.
Kian gave Soren a close look as he walked past. “I have to say you appear a bit strung out. Don’t you think he does, Atticus?”