Page 54 of Wish You Would

“Tell me,” I gasped, digging my fingers into her waist, urging her closer. Blood rushed through my veins like lava, heating me from the inside out. “Please.”

“In time,” she mumbled against my lips, her thumb teasing my nipple through my bra., “but this isn’t the time for talk.”

I was on fire. I was on fire and the only way to extinguish the flames was her touch. More of her touch. Every inch of her on every inch of me. “Can we,” I panted, “bedroom, please?”

Her touch faltered. I blinked my heavy-lidded eyes open to find her studying me, her mussed hair and flushed cheeks rendering her somehow more beautiful. “You sure?”

If I weren’t already blazing with want for this woman, her thoughtfulness in this moment would have done me in. My heart swelled against my ribcage and I smiled. Resting my palm against her cheek, I nodded. “I’m sure.”

She studied me a moment longer, an inner battle I was not privy to going on behind those impossibly dark eyes. Just when I thought she was going to pull away, fix my clothes, and offer me a ride home, she smiled. A deliciously decadent smile. Leaning in, she pressed a hard kiss to my lips, then stepped back, holding out her hand.

I let her lead me down the hall, let her pull me into her bedroom, let her close the door behind me. We stood still for a moment as our eyes adjusted to the darkness, the new quiet filled only with our unsteady breathing.

“Come here,” Gigi whispered, and I could make out the shape of her hand as she held it out to me. I took it and she pulled me in, brushing the hair away from my face. A sliver of moonlight caught the glimmer in her eyes as she took me in, and I knew what she was thinking.

“Shh.” I put my finger against her lips. Her gaze lifted to mine. I smiled and slowly, without looking away, and reaching for the bottom of my dress. A sharp exhale pierced the space between us as I lifted the garment and pulled it over my head. Cool air kissed my skin, but it didn’t last long. In a few short steps, Gigi was before me, enveloping me in her embrace, mouth seeking mouth, hands seeking skin.

My head spun. I clung tight to her as I kissed her back, meeting her ferocity with a ferocity of my own. Her hands spanned my waist, finding elastic of my underwearr. She yanked me closer with a possessiveness I didn’t expect. I gasped against her lips, and she smiled against mine.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, a thought whispered. Shouldn’t I be nervous? Shouldn’t I feel insecure or inadequate? Unqualified to be at the hands of someone like Gigi? Someone with confidence and experience, someone who could have nearly any woman she wanted? But the whisper was silenced as Gigi walked me backwards until we fell in a heap onto her bed.

No, I thought, sliding further onto the bed, Gigi following me like a magnet. This feels so very right.

Planting her knees on either side of my hips, Gigi straightened. I watched as she grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up.

“Wait,” I said, and she froze. Leaning over, I turned on the bedside lamp and lay back down. “Okay. Continue.”

Laughter burst from her as she yanked her shirt over her head and tossed it across the room. “Sweet Parker,” she said, leaning down to kiss me. “I’d never have figured you for a lights on kind of girl.”

I laughed, too, as I returned her kiss. “Well, there’s still so much you don’t know about me,” I murmured, dancing my fingertips down her naked spine. She shivered and I clenched my thighs tight against the increasingly persistent throb there. “Now, would you sit back up so I can get a look at you?”

Gigi chuckled, obliging, and oh—oh—was I glad I turned the light on. She was stunning. All silky skin and swirling ink and full curves. The black lace of her bra cupped her breasts lovingly, as if they’d been gift wrapped for this occasion, and the soft swell of her stomach was begging for kisses.

I’d have been self-conscious about all the staring I was doing, but as it turned out, while I was cataloguing every delicious curve of Gigi’s body, she was taking me in, as well. We met each other’s eyes and laughter bubbled up from somewhere deep inside me. A helpless smile took over her face, too, which made me laugh more.

“You know,” she said, leaning down to brace her elbows on either side of my head. “A lesser woman would be offended at all this laughing in her bed.”

“Good thing you’re not a lesser woman,” I shot back.

Her eyes searched mine. “Neither are you.”

It was a whisper, soft breath against skin, but it broke like waves across us as Gigi’s mouth crashed into mine. The sweet weight of her over me, the heat of her bare skin on mine, fed into the inferno inside my body. Unable to refrain any longer, I slid my hands over her back, relishing in the soft skin beneath my palms. Reaching for her bra, I started to unclasp it, only to be thwarted by Gigi rolling off of me to curve against my side.

A disappointed sound slipped past my lips, but she kissed it away. “You’ll get your chance,” she murmured, her own fingers getting to work on my bra’s front clasp. “But right now, I need to touch you.”

My heart slammed hard in my chest as she pulled my bra off and tossed it aside. Her eyes drank me in—drank me in—and the awe on her face had me squirming to assuage the ache between my thighs.

“Gigi,” I started, but I didn’t have to finish. She knew what I wanted. What I needed. Dropping her head, she pulled a taut nipple into her mouth, laving her tongue over it. Heat pooled low in my belly and I arched away from the bed. A low whimper slipped past my lips, and she seemed to know what that meant, too. Her fingers slid across my belly, finding my other breast. She teased it gently with the pad of her thumb. But I needed more.

“More,” I gasped, digging my nails into her back. I was rewarded with the sharp scrape of her teeth on one nipple while she squeezed the other between her thumb and forefinger. I threw my head back on a low moan, crossing my legs tight and rocking my hips.

“Mmm,” Gigi murmured, my desperation catching her attention. “How close are you, baby girl?”

“So. Close,” I panted, fleetingly wondering if I should be embarrassed by how little it had taken me to get this close. But the hungry look on Gigi’s face killed that thought before it could root itself in my mind.

“You want a little help with that?” Her fingers toyed with the waist of my panties, pausing to await my answer. “Or do you want to take care if it yourself?” She bit her lip, looking me over. “Either way, I get to watch you come undone.”

Flashes of Gigi watching me as I touched myself, as I brought myself to the edge, ran through my mind, sending a new wave of wet heat through me. Later, I told myself, knowing exactly what I needed right now.

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