MoreThanWords by Karla Doyle Read Free Book Online Page A

god, she wanted more of that feeling.
    Charming grumbled as she moved him aside to reach for the
laptop. She drilled her fingernails against the plastic housing while the
computer started up. Slow much? She’d bought it with her business startup loan
two years ago. Too soon to justify an upgrade. Funny, she’d never noticed the
lag time before. Just thinking about chatting with Travis had her fidgety. Her
fingers stumbled, hitting the wrong keys, hitting Enter before she’d input her
password.
    “Stupid fingers.” Her heart zoomed. Premature
anticipation—he might not be online. Worse, he might not want to play with her
after her spaz moment this afternoon.
    Finally, the page loaded. The black rose popped onto the
screen, a red bubble beside it indicating he’d invited her to a game. Three
hours ago, if the timestamp was correct. After she’d booted him from
Romance U. No message waiting for her in the chat pane, not that she expected
one. That move was on her.
    She played the best word she could with her crummy one-point
tiles, then typed a message. My name is Calli.
    His reply popped up immediately, as if he’d been waiting for
her. Unbelievable. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.
    For some reason, she believed he meant it. “Ooh, charming,
aren’t you?” She’d spoken to the screen, but her four-legged friend didn’t
understand as much. He’d heard his name and now he wanted attention—of the take
me outside variety. She fixed him with a glare, useless at it was.
Charming’s head fit in the palm of her hand but his stubborn streak was a mile
wide. “Your timing stinks worse than your poop.”
    She typed, I have to take my dog out…don’t go anywhere,
okay?
    Nowhere else I want to be, Calli.
    Seeing him use her name gave her a boost. Too bad she’d been
her typical cowardly self this afternoon. If she’d told him her name then, she
would’ve gotten to hear him say it in his deep, smooth voice. Maybe she still
would. A girl could dream.
    The day had been sunny, but the evening was bone-chillingly
windy. Snow whipped inside when she opened the door for Charming. Even he
wanted no part of stepping out into that weather, opting to voluntarily use his
indoor facilities instead. Thank you, small miracles.
    Not only had Travis waited, he’d left her a message. Are
you still wearing that white blouse and checkered skirt?
    Checkered. She shook her head. It’s houndstooth, not
checkered. But yes.
    I stand corrected. You looked incredible. You have
perfect legs for a short skirt like that. And all those little pearls buttoned
up to your chin…very sexy.
    Sexy? Her? In this outfit? Not hardly. Do you always
drink during the daytime, or just today?
    I don’t drink. I like being in full control.
    Oh, well. She was definitely in favor of Travis being in
full control.
    He played the word ravish , then another message
appeared on his side of the chat window. That’s what I wanted to do when you
crossed your arms at me. Pop every last one of those damn buttons. Put my hands
and lips all over what you’re hiding under there.
    Her nipples tightened and a wave of heat spread from her
belly to her thighs. No man had ever expressed a desire like that to her. About
her.
    What about my skirt? Would you have left that on? She
gasped at the sight of her words on the screen. God, she was really doing
this—dirty chatting with Travis, who was no longer a faceless, anonymous man
but a six-foot slab of yumminess who’d actually touched her a few hours ago.
    After I slipped the shirt down your arms, I’d touch, kiss
and lick every inch of your creamy skin until you begged me to take off that
polka-dot bra I caught a glimpse of. I’d trace your curves, the outline of your
areolas. First with my finger, then my tongue, until your nipples were hard and
aching for me to suck them. And while I was kissing and nibbling your nipples,
I’d ease the zipper down on your houndstooth (not checkered) skirt. I’d slide
it over your