Don't Hurt Me I'm A virgin

Chapter 36

Later that evening, I take a bath, soothing my skin with the suds from the bath oils. One of Jeremy's playlist plays in the background and I am talking to the man himself on my phone.

In the screen, he is in his hotel room, the light dimly lit to catch the rays of his messy chestnut brown hair, and those dark lustful eyes of his which affect even through a screen.

"Don't touch yourself..." His voice is husky and in the screen he licks his lips.

"Jeremy." I whine, knowing fully well how heavily turned on I was just from his earlier manifestation. Even through the phone he dominated me.

"Not until I say so," he grins snidely and then sighs. "I miss you so much."

"I miss you too; it's been a long day."

"I'm going to make it longer," he says sultrily.

"Show me your neck."

I giggle, moving my phone downwards so that the front camera catches the skin of my neck.

"Hmm," he hums sexily.

"Imagine me there right now touching the base of your chin and moving down..."

My breath catches, my heart stops only for it to palpitate roughly in a fast endearing pace again.

"...to your collar bone, the skin on your chest. My lips replacing my hands now..."

I gasp his name, closing my eyes imagining and feeling exactly what his sexy voice is doing to me.

"...My lips kissing that valley between your breasts, my hands tweaking your nipples..." His breaths become laboured.

My nipples hardens in response to his seduction and I feel them responding eagerly with the warmth water.

"Ahh..." I gasp.

"You feel it?" Jeremy asks

"Yes..." My fingers are itching to touch my body, to relief it from this wanton throbbing inside me.

"Leyla..."

"Hmm?" I close my eyes.

"You're about to drop your phone in the water," he chuckles.

I snap out of my trance straightening my hand to hold my phone out of the water.

Jeremy is laughing in the screen and I rejoice at the brightness of his features from his mirth.

"Ahh... perfect angle... I can see how tight your nipples became."

I scold him but I grin at him anyhow.

We both laugh as he tells me about his day and I refrain on telling him about the conversation I had with Matthew, not wanting to ruin this moment. And partly because Matthew himself wants to apologise to Jeremy.

I knew when he got back that they will have a very long heart-to-heart talk together. My heart, for once since knowing their conflict, feels slightly at peace at impending resolution in their relationship.

"The water is getting cold." I complain.

He smiles, "Then get out."

"I don't want to drop your call," I explain.

"So you'd rather freeze than stop talking to me?" He asks astonished.

I nod. "Yes."

He grins. "Sounds like you have it bad, Leyla Levy."

"You have no idea how bad, Jeremy Lawson." I grin back as I allow myself to admit this; it's not fully admitting all my feelings for him but this small confession doesn't kill.

He shakes his head, "Get out of the water, Leyla. I don't want you to get hypothermia," he tries to sound serious.

I giggle.

"Ah the merriment of that sound."

"What sound?" I ask confused.

"Your laugh."

I smile shyly.

"I mean it Leyla. Get out. Call me when you are all cozied up in warm sheets of our bed." He grins.

I catch how he mentions "our bed" and inwardly my heart expands and swoons.

"Sir, Yes, sir."

"If only I was there with you and you'd be screaming an apology for that remark you just pulled." His words holds a promise and my insides tighten and liquidate.

I swallow. "I call you later." My voice is a whisper, husky.

"You better." He grins knowing how he just owned me in so many levels.

"Bye, baby." I grin.

I catch the surprise and frown that pulls on his face at my endearment for him.

I laugh and hang up the phone not giving him any time to respond.

I dry myself off quickly smiling to myself as I saunter to his adjoined master bedroom whilst towel drying my hair.

I flop on the bed with my phone in hand and I cocoon myself in the warm sheets, trying to hide the fact that this will the first time sleeping in this bed without him present.

I execute the thought with the fact that I will have his face on my phone all night if have to, depending whether he is free tomorrow or not.

Whatever the case, all that matters to me at the moment is the knowledge that the love of my life still wants me even through all these miles of separation.