Page 79 of Hot Summer

“No, I know.” Cas sounded hoarse. “I just wanted to say because, like”—she gestured around at the room—“I feel like there’s a lot of pressure to, you know, do stuff,” god, she was twelve, “because we’re in this room.”

Ada either didn’t notice or didn’t care about the fact that Cas was actively regressing in front of her. She just smirked, the right corner of her mouth raising ever so slightly. “You mean because everyone’s going to be asking us what we did first thing tomorrow morning?”

Cas let out a shaky laugh. “Yeah.”

She had never been this uncool in her entire life.

She would have turned and run right now if she wasn’t so desperately turned on. If she wasn’t waiting, waiting, for Ada to touch her.

“I don’t mind that people are going to ask tomorrow,” Ada said. Her tone was casual, but there was something searing about her eyes when they found Cas’s. Something that burned right through Cas’s skin and shot straight to her core. “I still want to have a good time tonight.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mm-hmm.” Ada shifted forward, and there was absolutely no mistaking her intentions now. She trailed her finger up along Cas’s biceps, tracing the threads of ink along her skin, almost like she was sketching out the designs, though Cas knew better. The look in Ada’s eyes made it clear that this was all a calculated step toward what she was really after.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a long time,” Ada admitted. She said it casually, like she wasn’t lighting fires up and down Cas’s body. “What it would be like.”

“Have you?”

She was desperate. So fucking weak for this woman.

Ada nodded. “I know we’re going to have to wait until they switch these cameras off, but...” She brushed a few strands of Cas’s hair off her shoulder, leaned forward, and pressed a kiss right at the start of her collarbone. Everything she wasn’t saying lingered in the air between them and though Cas was desperate to know exactly what Ada had in mind, she understood the need for subtlety.

Cas hummed in acknowledgment, her hand sliding to the outside of Ada’s thigh. Her tiny shorts had ridden up over her hips, exposing every single inch of her thighs, and that, already, was enough to make Cas combust.

Cas slid forward, her hand slipping along the outside of Ada’s thigh, and finally, finally, kissed her.

The spark was immediate. They’d been here before, but the fact that they were alone, that there was no one to interrupt, made everything feel instantly intense. Ada drew in a deep breath as Cas swept her tongue along her lower lip, and Cas couldn’t help her smile, couldn’t help but graze her teeth along Ada’s lip.

Ada groaned and her hair tumbled over her shoulders as she tipped her head back. Cas followed the strands with her gaze, her fingers moving automatically toward the nape of Ada’s neck, gathering in the hair there. She would never get enough of this feeling, the way that Ada’s hair felt in her hands. The tick of Ada’s pulse against Cas’s forearm. The curve of Ada’s thigh under her hand.

Ada pulled back just far enough to press her forehead to Cas’s. “Do you want to drink some of that champagne and stare at that light until it goes out?”

Cas barked a laugh and, in one smooth motion, leaned over to grab the bottle from the ice bucket.

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About twenty minutes later, the neon light switched off and Ada exhaled, her relief palpable. She caught Cas’s lips in a kiss, wrapping her arms around Cas’s neck and bringing her down with her as she fell back onto the pillow.

“Eager,” Cas said.

“A little.” Ada slid her hands up Cas’s shirt, her palms splaying wide over Cas’s stomach.

A little.

Cas pressed a kiss to Ada’s throat, dragging her tongue down across the ridge of her collarbone. Ada shuddered, and Cas grazed her teeth along the skin there, delighting in the way it made Ada press closer to her.

“Fuck.” It was barely a whisper, but Cas still felt every single letter on her skin.

The heat of their breath, their bodies, clouded Cas’s mind so Cas felt like she was seeing everything through a fog. The haze laid heavy on her eyelids, dragging her under as she skirted her hands across every inch of Ada that she could touch. Cas skimmed over Ada’s breasts, passing just over her nipples and skirting away as Ada pressed harder, searching for a pressure that Cas was not yet ready to give.

Ada huffed, frustrated, as Cas’s fingertips danced over her ribs, and she hid her smile on Ada’s neck.

“What?” Cas whispered.

“You know what,” Ada whispered back.

“I don’t,” Cas said. She did.

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