Page 10 of About Last Night

“Checking to make sure my snake is in its cage,” I whisper.

Audrey jumps back. I meet her horrified expression with a grin. She narrows her eyes.

“You don’t have a snake.”

“Hate the little fuckers.”

When the door closes behind us, Audrey pushes me against it and presses her body into mine.

“Someone ate their Wheaties this morning,” I say.

“Take me to your bedroom. Now,” she growls.

I meet Audrey’s heated gaze. “I take it you want to be in charge?”

“Yes,” she says on a shaky breath.

That little peek of insecurity makes me want to fold her in my arms. “OK. Whatever you want.”

Audrey inhales sharply and her eyes darken. She leans forward, and I close my eyes, anticipating a kiss. Instead, her lips brush my ear again.

“I told you to take me to your bedroom.”

On trembling legs, I lead Audrey by the hand down the hall. She closes the door behind us and leans against it. She leers at me, there’s no better word, her gaze raking up and down my body, and licks her lips. She is one hundred percent objectifying me and I am here for it.

“Come here.” Her voice is soft, but firm and sure.

I stand in front of her and raise my eyebrows. I have absolutely no idea what she wants, what she’s going to demand next, and I am so keyed up in anticipation that I must force myself to not bounce on the balls of my feet.

Audrey steps close, so close I can feel her breath against my lips. Her gaze rakes over my face. One hand reaches up and strokes my cheek and her finger pulls my bottom lip down. I take a deep shuddering breath. It is all I can do not to return her touch, to keep my arms at my sides when all I want to do is wrap myself around this sexy woman and pull her close.

Audrey reaches behind me and pulls my long braid over my shoulder. With deft fingers and an unwavering gaze, she undoes my braid. I tug her ponytail free and her hair pours through my fingers like threads of silk. Audrey fluffs my dark curls. I know exactly how wild my hair looks—I wear it in a braid most of the time for a reason—and by the expression on Audrey’s face she is incredibly turned on by it.

“I’ve wanted to see your hair like this for months,” she says quietly.

“You have?”

“I saw you with it down once for a split second before you put it back up.”

I smile and hope it doesn’t look as cocky as I feel. “You have noticed me.”

Audrey chuckles. “You’re the only reason I go to karaoke, Toni.”

“Oh.”

“Yes, oh,” Audrey says.

Since we walked through the apartment door, her voice has dropped into a sultry alto, the stuff of fantasies and wet dreams. My tomboy shorts are soaked, my clit throbbing in anticipation of Audrey’s touch.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a while, too,” she purrs. She kisses me, gently. Her lips are as smooth and silky as her hair, and she wastes no time sliding her tongue inside my mouth. We pull each other close and fall into the kiss. It’s slow and sensual and erotic, and as much as I want Audrey to touch me, as much as I want my lips to map every inch of her body, I could spend the entire night kissing her and it would still be the best night of my life.

“Wow,” she says when we finally pull apart.

“Yeah, wow,” I say. “I…um…” I can’t find words for the emotions racing through my body, my heart, my mind, so I pull her in for another kiss, push her blazer from her shoulders, and let it drop to the floor. “Oh my God your skin is so soft,” I say, running my hands down her bare arms.

“Undress for me.”

“Do you want me to take my time, make a production of it? Or get to it?”

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