“Woman, you’re going to be the death of me.”
He already had a change of state going on in his pants. Just how hard could a cock get without any visual or physical stimulation? Pretty damned hard, apparently. She just had to use that voice on him and he was ready to roll. She couldn’t possibly be as great as he remembered, could she? In his mind, he’d exalted her to goddess status. If he elevated her any higher, she’d have to orbit the moon just to return to Earth.
“I plan to make you a very happy man Saturday night,” she said.
He had no doubt she would, but he wanted to be a very happy man now. And until she was pressed against him, staring up at him with those beguiling hazel eyes while he buried himself in the slick heat between her legs, he was marginally happy at best. “How about making me a very happy man in five hours?”
“More like five minutes. I’m in the ladies room now. Are you ready for me?”
He knew what that meant. No way was he going to watch her on video chat in front of the entire bus. He hopped out of his recliner, hurried to the bathroom, and jiggled the handle. Locked.
“Let me in,” he insisted.
“Just a minute,” a soft feminine voice said from inside. Lindsey was in the bathroom again? He knew she was six months pregnant, but did she really need to piss every twenty minutes?
“I’ve started wearing skirts to work every day,” Melanie whispered from the phone he had pressed to his ear. “Do you know why?”
Yeah, he knew why, but he wanted to hear her say it. “Tell me.”
“So it’s easier to touch myself when I think of you. And I can’t seem to stop thinking about you, Mr. Banner. Do you want me to take my panties off now?”
“Wait until I can watch you do it. I want to watch all of it.”
“Where are you?”
“Waiting for the bathroom.” He knocked on the door again, as if Lindsey would have forgotten he was out there in the twenty seconds between interruptions.
“Almost finished!” Lindsey called.
“You should feel how hot and swollen my pussy is for you, Gabe,” Melanie said in his ear. “Just hearing your voice does that to me.”
He knew the feeling. God, she was driving him insane.
“Don’t start without me,” he said, rattling the bathroom door handle as if he was about to piss down his leg.
“Too late,” Melanie said. “I’ve already started. I have to hurry or I’ll be missed at my desk and someone might come looking for me. You wouldn’t want me to get caught with my hand up my skirt, would you?”
Damn it. If Lindsey didn’t hurry up, he was going to miss it. He knew Adam was napping in the bedroom at the back of the bus. He wondered how dead he’d be if he woke the guitarist and told him to get lost so he could watch Melanie touch herself and touch himself without a live audience.
“What are you doing?” he asked Melanie. “Tell me.”
“I’ve got my skirt hiked up around my waist. I’m holding my pussy is in my hand while I wait. It aches for you, Gabe.”
He knew what it was like to ache for someone. To ache for her. “Rub your clit through your panties, Mel. Make yourself wet for me while you wait.”
“Yes, Gabe.” She released a little moan. “That feels so good. Can I take my panties off now? They’re getting soaked.”
He stifled a groan of torment. “No, but slip your fingers beneath them and tell me what that sweet pussy of yours feels like.”
“Hey, Gabe,” Owen called from the common area. “Are you talking to your mom again?”
Gabe tensed and then cringed.
There were several boisterous laughs from the main cabin, but he refused to look that way. Shit! Were they listening? Could they hear all the dirty things he was saying to Melanie?
“It’s slippery and swollen.” Melanie obeyed his request. “Hot and smooth and oh! I need to come.”
When the door before him unlatched, he yanked it open. Lindsey gasped, her eyes wide, and put a hand over her distended abdomen.
“Sorry it took so long,” she said.
Not sorry enough to get the hell out of his way. He took her by the arm and turned, effectively ejecting her into the corridor and himself into the privacy of the bathroom.
“Okay,” he said to Melanie as he locked the door behind him. “I’m alone now. Take off your panties for me. Show me what I want to see.”
He pulled the phone away from his ear so he could watch as she switched to video chat. He caught a glimpse of her lovely flushed face before she set her phone on the bathroom counter. He loved how she wore her hair to work—her long brown curls all heaped on her head in a messy knot, with tendrils falling down around her heart-shaped face. His need to free those beautiful tresses and bury his hands in them was almost pathological. When she chatted with him on her laptop at home, she let her hair down for him, shook it out, ran her hands through the long, gorgeous mass of curls, but she wouldn’t do that now. Not when she was at work. But she would do other things for him. Naughty things.