Page 55 of Wish You Would

“Touch me,” I said, arching my hips closer to her hand. “Please.”

Air whooshed from her, pebbling the sensitive skin across my chest. She made quick work of my underwear, sliding them down my legs, and I watched as she kissed her way back up, pausing to nip at the crease in my thigh. The gasp she earned had her grinning when she reached my face again.

“I’m going enjoy this,” she said, holding my gaze as her hand slid lower, lower, lower still. As she slid her fingers through my curls, parting me to find where I needed her touch most. At the contact, we both groaned. I reached for her face, pulling her mouth back to mine, kissing her with sloppy urgency as her fingers made persistent circles over my most sensitive place, shooting sparks through my abdomen.

“Yes,” I whimpered, parting my legs wider, digging my heels into the mattress. “So good.”

Gigi tore her mouth from mine to pull my nipple into her mouth as she slid her hand lower, thrusting two fingers into my aching heat. Her palm maintained pressure where I needed it while her fingers curled inward, finding a new place to set my body aflame. I cried out, arching harder into her touch.

“Mmm-hmm,” she mumbled as she took my nipple between her teeth and flicked her tongue over it, keeping rhythm with the pulsing of her fingers. I squeezed my eyes shut and lifted my hips from the mattress, so close, so desperately close, and ready to leap from the edge. Gigi placed her free hand low on my belly, holding me steady while she increased pressure with her fingers inside me.

My thighs shook. I held tight to her, nails digging into her sweat-slicked skin. “I…I’m gonna…oh, god,” I moaned, burying my face in the pillow. The pressure was so intense, I feared I might die if it didn’t release. “Gigi, please. I need to…oh, yes.”

“Just like that,” she coaxed, dropping soft kisses over my face and shoulders, across my chest and breasts. “I got you. I’m right here.”

I tightened my arms around her as her palm grazed my sensitive nub, as her fingers moved against that spot inside me, over and over, faster and surer, until my head spun, my lungs burned, my entire body shook with the need for release.

“Yes,” I hissed against her lips as the wave crested. A string of nonsensical words escaped me as I scrambled for purchase. Something to hold onto as my body gave in to the intense release building within it.

“Let go, baby girl,” she whispered against my sweaty temple. “I want to feel you come.”

Then, as if my body was waiting for permission, the wave crashed over me, a piercingly sweet release that had me clenching my thighs around Gigi’s hand. She didn’t stop her torturous touches, stroking me from the inside as her lips sought mine, my whimpers and cries devoured by the hunger in her kiss.

She kept kissing me as I came down, the hurricane inside me slowing to a gentle wave, rocking me back to reality, to the soft bed beneath me and the even softer body anchoring me to reality. Blinking my eyes open, I found Gigi watching me, backlit by the bedside lamp and looking like a smug little angel. Smiling shyly, I buried my face against her chest and laughed.

“What?” she laughed back, gently pulling her hand from between my legs. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” I mumbled into her cleavage. “That was…really good.”

Laughing again, she snuggled down into the bed so that we were face to face. “Yeah,” she said, drinking me in with her eyes. “It was.”

We lay there for a few quiet moments, grinning at each other like a couple of fools, before Gigi leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to my lips. “I’ll be right back,” she said, sitting up. “You want some water?”

I nodded and watched as she crossed the room, letting myself savor the way her black jeans hugged her perfect backside. She tossed a grin over her shoulder before opening the door, then closing it quietly behind her.

I pulled the pillow she’d been using tight against me and sighed into it. Eyelids fluttering closed, I melted into the mattress with a deep, satisfied sigh.

And then, I drifted away.

23

23 GIGI

SEX & CANDY

“You look rather proud of yourself.”

I skidded to a stop in the kitchen doorway at the sound of Luke’s voice, ripped from my post-coital daze. “What the fuck, dude?” I whirled to face him, hand on chest. “Why are you up?”

He sat at the island, the pie dish in front of him as he ate directly from it. “Had a sweet tooth,” he said with a shrug, “then remembered there was pie.” He looked pointedly at the plates and mugs on the counter, then back to me, brow raised as he took in my bra-and-jeans getup. “Looks like I wasn’t the only one.”

“Shut it.” I crossed the kitchen to the sink, washing my hands. As I did, flashes of Parker’s lush thighs clamped around them ran through my mind. I steeled myself against the shiver that danced through me, piercing my lower abdomen.

Fuck, she was perfect. She was perfect and she was in my bed. She was in my bed and I was not.

Should probably fix that.

Opening the cupboard, a grabbed a glass and filled it with water from the tap. “Good talk,” I threw in Luke’s general direction as I turned the water off. “Enjoy your pie.”

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