Lily's List
air began to dry the
light sheen of perspiration that covered her from head to toe.
Biting back a groan, she carefully removed her fingers from her
core and let her legs fall back flat onto the mattress. Grabbing
one end of the comforter, she flung it over herself. It didn’t
cover her totally, but it was the best she could do at the
moment.
    She felt totally wrung out and slightly
embarrassed now that all her senses were returning. Her cheeks felt
warm and she knew if she looked in the mirror they’d be red. Was
Carson still on the line? She had no idea how much time had passed.
She licked her dry lips as she picked up the phone and held it
close to her ear. “Carson?”
    “Yeah, I’m still here. That was
. . . that was incredible.” He sighed deeply. “The only
thing that could be better would be having you right here beside
me.”
    Lily couldn’t suppress the thrill his words
brought her or the flash of heat it sent spiraling through her. But
she wasn’t sure what to say. Phone sex was crazy enough without
adding real sex to the mix.
    “You don’t need to say anything.” His soft
voice and words of understanding had tears welling in her eyes. “I
know you’re probably not ready for us to have sex. But, Lily?” He
paused and took a deep breath. “I’m going to do my best to make you
ready.”
    There was no doubting the sincerity in his
voice, and that made her extremely nervous. “I’m not sure I’ll ever
be ready.” It was one thing to have phone sex. They weren’t in the
same room together. Carson didn’t have to see her naked. She
wouldn’t mind seeing him naked, though.
    “If you’re not, you’re not. I can accept
that. In the meantime, you have other things on your list we can
explore. I’ve got an idea or two of my own if you’re
interested.”
    She shivered, but this time it wasn’t from
cold. She’d just had an incredible orgasm and yet her body felt hot
and prickly and needy. “We . . .” She cleared her throat
and tried again. “We can talk. In a day or two.” Lily figured she’d
need that much time to get over tonight so she didn’t break out in
a blush when she finally saw him.
    “A day or two? Are you okay?” Concern was
ripe in his voice. She wished she could see his face, but that
might only make things even more awkward.
    “Yes. No. I don’t know.” She didn’t feel like
herself at all. Where was the staid, responsible woman she’d known
all her adult life? It was as if Carson brought out a side of her
that she’d ruthlessly suppressed for more than twenty years. That
last time she’d allowed her wild side out she’d ended up pregnant
and married.
    The difference now was that she was a woman,
not a young girl. She could handle this. At least that’s what she
told herself. She hoped she was right.
    If she remained in control, then nothing
would go wrong. They could both have a few thrills, she’d get her
research done and no one would be hurt. Her sensible side told her
she was headed for trouble. But the part of her that had been
suppressed for so long, the sexual, sensual woman, urged her to
step outside her safe box and play.
    What could it hurt?
    Lily was afraid to answer that question.
    “Two days, Lily. Then I want to see you even
if it’s just for a cup of coffee to talk.” She could hear the
determination in his voice and knew she wouldn’t be able to hold
him off for any longer than that.
    “Friday. I’ll call you on Friday.”
    “Do you have my number?”
    She tried to think, but with all the emotions
rushing through her it was impossible. “Yes.” She had his business
card tucked in her address book. “You obviously have mine.” She
hadn’t even thought to ask him about that earlier.
    Carson chuckled. “You were listed as Ethan’s
contact number.”
    Of course, he would know her number because
of her son. Her mind really wasn’t working on all cylinders.
    “If you don’t call me, I’ll call you. Don’t
worry so much, Lily. This

Similar Books

The Two-Family House: A Novel

Lynda Cohen Loigman

THE DEVILS DIME

Bailey Bristol

Where I'd Like to Be

Frances O'Roark Dowell

Colors of a Lady

Chelsea Roston

Hard Going

Cynthia Harrod-Eagles

Cemetery Tours

Jacqueline Smith

Endless Chain

Emilie Richards