The late night phone call from Eric had taken a turn, and Lori quivered at the raw desire in his tone.

"Are your nipples hard?"

Lori watched as the blush crept down over the tops of her breasts. "Yes."

"If you're not cold, then why?" His voice was pure sex and Lori wanted him here, now and inside her, desperately.

"You," she replied simply.

"Are you wet?"

Lori shrugged, then remembered he couldn't see her. "I think so."

"Find out," he ...