Page 55 of A Little Light

But it was Andi who spoke first. “So beautiful.”

“Right back at you.” Rachel made herself comfortable on the couch beside Andi, the cool leather a brief relief from the heat her skin produced. Every curve, every dimple…Rachel needed to get this show on the road. Andi, in all of her glory, was fucking gorgeous. She parted Andi’s legs, stroking her inner thigh. “If anything doesn’t feel right for you, you say the word, okay?”

Andi smiled, wrapped a hand around the back of Rachel’s neck, and kissed her with an urgency that Rachel hadn’t expected. It was devouring, enlightening, it was…everything. “I want you, okay?”

With one hand, Rachel managed to slip Andi’s underwear off. As she looked into those beautiful eyes, she knew she needed more. So much more. Rachel simply nodded, and then she kissed Andi’s neck, lowering her mouth to the swell of her breast. “I want you, too.” Rachel quirked a brow when Andi suddenly forced her bra lower, exposing those hardened nipples Rachel was dying to tease. “Oh. You’re really not playing around now, are you?”

Andi fisted her hand in Rachel’s hair, smiled into a kiss, and whispered, “I may have been lying when I told you we could just be friends.”

Oh, Andi was everything Rachel needed. She knew it. From her voice, to her smile, to those fucking lips. Rachel was in a lot of trouble here. But she liked trouble. Especially when it came via someone so gorgeous. “Friends. Yeah, that was never going to work out.”

“Depends what kind of friends we wanted to be.” Andi grinned, shifting further until she was flat on her back. “With benefits, I could have managed. But I think you know that’s not what I want.”

Rachel gently circled Andi’s clit, those adoring eyes staring back at her. Her lips parted as Rachel applied a little more pressure, the cutest gasp barely audible. “I think I know what you want.”

“Mm.” Andi buried her head in the cushion, rocking her hips slowly. “I-I think you do.”

Lowering her fingers, Rachel was met with so much wetness that she had to wonder how long Andi had been wanting this. While they could have danced around one another for far longer, Rachel was very happy with the turn of events tonight. “Well, it’s not to decorate the tree. That is quite clear by now.” Before Andi could respond—that sweet smile spread on her lips—Rachel eased two fingers inside her, overwhelmed by Andi’s warmth. “Fuck.”

“Y-yes.” Andi buried her head deeper and took her bottom lip between her teeth. “Oh, God.”

“You feel so fucking good.” Rachel rolled her tongue over Andi’s nipple, sucking it into her mouth as she sunk her fingers deeper. Rachel released Andi’s nipple slowly, enjoying every last whimper and shudder from the woman laid out for her. “Mm. Amazing.”

Andi lowered her hand, wrapped it around Rachel’s wrist, and pushed deeper again.

Oh, wow. Such a dark horse, Rachel thought, enamoured by Andi Palmer. “Tell me what you need, Andi.”

Andi arched her back. “M-more.”

Mmhmm. My kind of woman. Rachel eased a third finger inside, moaning when Andi squeezed her. Whatever came of this, Rachel would remember this moment for a long time. Because this moment… It was like no other. Was this really what being with someone felt like? Someone who cared about you and wanted to be with you? Could it really feel so euphoric? Andi let go of Rachel’s wrist, bringing her fingers to her own clit. The moan from that single movement had Rachel trembling. She didn’t care that she was still wearing boxer briefs and a bra; she hooked one leg over Andi’s thigh, desperately craving friction, and rocked back and forth.

“Oh, Rachel,” Andi whispered, lifting her head and locking eyes. “I-I…”

“Let go, Andi.”

And Andi did. Oh, she really let go. Rachel could only watch—admire—as Andi rode out her orgasm, her chest heaving. She gripped the back of the couch when Rachel coaxed everything she could, her body jolting as Rachel eased out of her and rolled her fingertips over Andi’s sensitive clit.

“Oh, God.” Andi brought her palm to her forehead, breathing deeply.

“You,” Rachel said as she leaned up on her elbow and smiled down at Andi, “are definitely welcome here whenever you want.”

“I wonder why.” Andi smirked when she sat up on her own elbows and beckoned Rachel closer. She kissed her slowly, Rachel’s fingers still working her clit, and then she drew back and smiled. “I think we have time to explore some more before we finish that tree.”

Yeah. The tree. The one they’d barely started…and would never finish tonight. Not if Rachel had anything to do with it.

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Andi frowned as she focused on the ceiling. She needed a moment to come around from the comatose sleep she had just woken from while understanding that she was at the loft…and not her own bed. Wow, it felt strange. Not concerning but strange. As though the last year or so of her life hadn’t happened and she had never left this place.

But she had, and she had to remember that.

She felt Rachel shift beside her, her soft breathing calming considering Andi had slept next to another woman last night. And…been intimate with that same woman. How did she feel about it? Exhilarated. Hopeful. Happy. She didn’t regret it, nor did she want to rush from this bed and run out the door. Andi felt surprisingly content and grateful for her evening with Rachel.

This had to be the most perfect morning she’d had in a long time.

“Hey,” Rachel spoke low beside her, the sheet sitting just above her breasts. “Did you sleep okay?”

“I slept very well.” Andi turned and faced Rachel, that uncertainty evident in Rachel’s eyes. “I…didn’t expect to still be here this morning, though.”

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