y, I turn my head and look around. Sterling hasn’t told me when he would show his face, just that it would be soon, that this time next week I would know who he is. Is he here now, in my room, watching me?
My eyes land on the window and I suck in a breath when I see movement. I’m just about to move that way when my phone on the dresser starts ringing. Keeping my eyes on the window, I move to grab it. Sterling’s name appears on the screen.
“Hello?” I answer, my heart racing and my breathing turning hurried. It always does when I talk to or text Sterling.
“Hey, Poppy,” he replies, his voice deep with desire. Butterflies swarm in my belly, making my stomach flop. “You look beautiful wrapped up in that towel. I want to unwrap it and lick off all the droplets of water you left behind.”
A shiver races down my spine, and I have to put my hand on the dresser for support when my legs go weak. It still amazes me that a man I’ve never seen before can affect me so much.
“I want that, too.” Even my voice sounds weak with desire.
“Release your hair for me. I want to see it falling around your bare shoulders,” he says thickly. I briefly notice his accent seems off a bit tonight.
Without taking my eyes off the window, I reach back and release the clip that’s holding up my hair. I give my head a slight shake and the thick mass falls down. A few tendrils that managed to escape during my shower sticks to my cheeks and I push them back.
The slight groan from him makes my body tremble.
“Thank you, baby. I love your hair. Do you know what I want to do with it?”
“What?” I ask breathlessly.
“I want to grab a handful and hold your head just right for me to claim your lips. I want to wrap it around my fist as I fuck you with long sure strokes from behind. I want to fill both hands with it as I guide your head, while I fill your mouth with my cock.”
I hold tight to the dresser as visions of what Sterling just said run through my head. I want that so much. I want his hands on me again. I want to feel him pull my hair as he fucks me senseless. To feel his lips glide across my skin. The mark he left on my neck the other night tingles. It’s faded and hardly noticeable now, but I want him to mark me again, except all over my body this time. I want everyone to know I belong to him.
“Are you going to come in?” I ask, desperately wishing he’ll say yes.
“Not this time, Beautiful. If I come in, there’s no way I’ll leave.” His voice has deepened even more.
“Then don’t leave,” I tell him. The way he makes me feel, I’d be happy for the rest of my life if all we did was stay in bed. Anything to feel his touch again.
“I’ll be in your bed soon enough, and there’s no way I’ll be leaving it,” he says. I want to protest, but before I get a chance, he continues. “Drop the towel for me. Show me that sexy body of yours.”
Under normal circumstances, I would never be brave enough to expose myself like he’s asking, but once again, Sterling makes me act out of the norm. Pleasing him is one of my greatest pleasures, and if that means dropping the towel and standing in my room naked as he watches from the window, then so be it.
I let go of the dresser and release the towel that’s tucked between my breasts. I don’t let it go right away. I stand there with it clutched in my hand as I stare at the window. Something shifts in the darkness, sending goosebumps up and down my arms, knowing he’s just on the other side of the thin pane of glass.
“Let it go, Poppy,” he demands softly in my ear.
Taking a deep breath, I let go of the towel. It drops with a whoosh and lands at my feet. The groan on the other end of the line is unmistakable, and it gives me a rush of power, knowing I can affect him so much.
“So fucking beautiful,” he whispers.
A blush creeps up my neck and into my cheeks at his praise.
“Thank you,” I tell him.
“Go to the bed and lay down. If I can’t be in there to pleasure you, I want you to do it for me.”
I hesitate for a moment, feeling self-conscious, but oddly excited about the prospect of touching myself while he’s only feet away, watching. Don’t get me wrong, I’m no prude. I’ve played with myself before, just never in a situation like this.
Sterling stays silent as I work up the courage to do as he’s asked. I’m grateful he’s giving me time and not pressuring me. He knows when to push and when not to.
After several more seconds, I square my shoulders and turn toward the bed. Once I’m standing beside it, I turn to face the window again.
“Good, baby,” he continues to whisper softly. “Now lie back against the pillows.”
With the phone still clutched in my hand at my ear, I do as he says and lie down so I’m in a slightly reclined position against the pillows. I want to stay high enough so I can see the window. Even though I can’t see him, I still know he’s there, and I want to see the dark shadows he’s shrouded in.