Knowing what I wanted to confess to her made a soft, throaty laugh escape me. I glanced at the guys again before I said it, but they still weren’t paying any attention to my conversation. “I miss you too,” I told her in a low, seductive voice. “I have the wildest dreams about you. You would not believe the hard-ons I wake up with.”

Picturing Kiera’s face right now, after hearing me say that, made me lightly laugh again. But what she said in response…blew me away. “Me too,” she whispered.

I couldn’t contain the amused chuckle at how she’d phrased it, but the image of what she was saying…Goddamn. Just the thought of her waking up wet, aching for me, was starting to make me hard. I had to adjust the way I was sitting. Don’t go there…think of something else.

Kiera fumbled for words. “I mean, I’m not hard, but…” She groaned, annoyed at herself. If she knew just how much she was turning me on right now, she wouldn’t be nearly so embarrassed.

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” I said with a smile. Not wanting her to dwell on being embarrassed, I told her a straight-up fact. “I wish I was there, to touch you when you woke up that way. I wish I could feel how much you miss me.”

Her response again surprised me. “I wish you were too…” she said, her voice full of longing.

Damn. She was killing me. Letting my exhale come out husky, needy, I told her, “God, your voice…I’m hard right now, Kiera. I wish you could touch me.”

“I want to…” she murmured.

I could hear the desire in her voice, the wistful wish to be satisfied. If she were open to the idea, I could satisfy that ache for her. Would she be open to letting go for me? I surreptitiously looked at the guys, but they were all still preoccupied. There was no reason we both needed to go to bed unfulfilled. I could please her if she let me. And I really wanted her to let me. “Oh, Kiera…I want you so bad…What do you want me to do?” Let me know you want this.

“Touch it. Pretend it’s me.”

Well, damn. I really hadn’t expected her to say that, to go along with this. I glanced around the table again, but no one had noticed what I was saying. Wondering if Kiera would be able to hear it, I held the phone with my shoulder and unzipped my jacket. Hoping the guys ignored this too, I drew in a purposely noisy breath. “Oh, I’m so hard…it feels so good. What now?” I asked, genuinely curious what she would say.

“Stroke it.”