Page 20 of In Her Arms

“Come with me,” Goldie said, her voice husky, bold, and leaving absolutely no room for argument.

Cameron followed without question, letting herself be pulled through the crowd as they weaved between their fellow partygoers. Goldie’s grip was firm. Cameron had no idea where they were going, but she didn’t care. All she could think about was the sensation of Goldie’s skin against hers and the way her body buzzed.

They passed through a hallway, the sound of the music muted slightly as they moved away from the main room. Goldie led them into a small private room. It was dark and intimate, with just enough light filtering in from the hallway to make out the shape of a couch pushed against one wall.

“Where’s the light switch?” Cameron muttered under her breath. “I can’t see a thing in here. ”

Cameron ran her hand along the wall, but Goldie wasn’t answering. Suddenly, she felt herself being pushed up against the wall. Goldie’s lips were on Cameron’s in an instant, desperate and hungry. Cameron gasped, her hands instinctively going to Goldie’s breasts and hips. She massaged the voluptuous handful of firm flesh, feeling Goldie’s nipples harden against her palms. As they continued to kiss harder, Cameron realized that Goldie tasted like champagne and lipstick. The mixture of flavors was sweet and intoxicating. Cameron melted into Goldie, losing herself in the kiss.

The room was so dark, but it didn’t matter. The beat of the music pulsed through the walls, providing a rhythm to their frantic kiss. Goldie’s hands were everywhere—gripping Cameron’s hips, her waist, tugging her closer until there was no space left between them.

Cameron’s breath got caught in her throat when Goldie’s fingers tangled in her hair, tugging just hard enough to make her knees weak. She moaned into Goldie’s mouth, her hands sliding down to cup the actress’s crotch, pulling her impossibly closer.

“God, I’ve wanted this,” Goldie murmured as she threw her head back. “I’ve wanted you. I’m wet every time I think about you.”

Cameron felt a thrill rush through her at the words, her stomach flipping. She hadn’t expected Goldie to be the one to make the first move, but now that they were here, in this smallroom, with Goldie’s lips on hers and her hands roaming freely, it was all she could do to keep herself from losing control.

Christ! I can’t come before we’ve even got started.

Goldie pulled back slightly, her eyes dark and hungry. “I need you, Cameron,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the muffled music. “Now.”

Cameron didn’t have to be asked twice. Her fingers worked quickly, slipping under the waistband of Goldie’s high-waisted pants and sliding down until she found the heat between her thighs.

“I want to…” Goldie moaned, her head falling back against the wall as Cameron’s fingers pressed against her, stroking her through the thin fabric of her panties. “Fuck,” Goldie breathed, her hips grinding against Cameron’s hand. “Don’t stop.”

Cameron didn’t. She pushed Goldie’s panties aside, her fingers sliding between her folds, finding her wet, her lips plump and hot. Goldie gasped, her body trembling as Cameron’s fingers moved inside her, slow at first, then faster as Goldie’s moans grew louder, drowning out the music.

Cameron leaned in, kissing her neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin as her fingers worked faster, deeper. Goldie’s nails dug into Cameron’s shoulders, and Cameron reveled in the sensation of Goldie about to come in her arms.

Goldie’s moans grew louder, her hips bucking against Cameron’s hand as she chased her release.

“Oh, Cameron! Cameron!” she yelled as juices poured out of her vagina, soaking Cameron’s fingers. Cameron’s thumb circled her clit, adding just the right amount of pressure, and within moments, Goldie was trembling, her body tensing as she came with a sharp scream, her fingers gripping Cameron’s shoulders.

They stood there for a moment, Goldie’s breath coming out in sharp rasps. Cameron pressed a soft kiss to her lips, herheart racing as she pulled her fingers away, sliding them out of Goldie’s pants.

For a moment, they just stood there, staring into each other’s eyes with wide grins on their faces.

“I’m sorry,” Goldie said suddenly.

Cameron frowned. “Sorry…for what, exactly?”

“For how I acted when we first met,” Goldie started to explain, her eyes downcast. “I was… I was a total asshole, and we both know it. I didn’t mean to be. I just?—”

“Goldie—” Cameron started, but Goldie cut her off with a shake of her head.

“No, stop. Please let me say this,” she insisted, taking Cameron’s hands in hers. “I’ve never met anyone like you. Not a single person. Not in recent years, anyway. You treat me like a person, not some…some star. You’ve been so amazing with me, and I’ve started to—” She hesitated and bit her lip. “I think I have feelings for you. Real feelings.”

Cameron’s mind started racing. It felt out of control. This was the moment she’d feared would come. She’d felt it too. Of course she had. But she hadn’t wanted to acknowledge it, hadn’t wanted to ruin the connection they had. Things seemed easier this way. She knew Goldie was intense, impulsive, a total diva Hollywood superstar. She knew Goldie would hurt her one day.

“Goldie, I,” Cameron stammered as she felt her throat tighten. “I don’t know if I can?—”

The fear of messing everything up overwhelmed her, and before she could think, she pulled away and turned her back on Goldie. The fear in her chest tightened like a vice, and all she could think about was how complicated things would get if they were to allow this to go any further.

There’s just no way…

“Cameron, wait,” she started, stepping toward her, but Cameron was already moving for the door.

It felt like every cell in her body was being flooded with panic.

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