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“Well,thatdidn’t turn out well.”

“Jolie did. She’s intelligent, kind, and funny. She’s successful at work and is confident in what she wants. I think youprobably had something to do with that, babe. I have a feeling that if you end up having kids, you are going to be an amazing mother because you know what not having one feels like.”

Kyle nodded slowly and said, “Thank you.”

Melinda moved until she was on top of her, surprising Kyle at first. Then, Melinda’s head moved to her neck, and Kyle wrapped her arms around her, pulling her in for a hug.

“You don’t have to thank me for that. I just want you to know how I see you,” Melinda replied, kissing Kyle’s neck. “And Iseeyou, Ky. I see you, okay?”

Kyle nodded and held Melinda tight, holding back tears because no one had ever really seen her before.

CHAPTER 20

Melinda stayed in that spot, lying with her face in Kyle’s neck, feeling Kyle breathe beneath her and Kyle’s hands running up and down her back. She heard the sounds of crickets and possibly a frog or a toad somewhere. Maybe one of these gardens had a small pond. She didn’t know, and she couldn’t be bothered to think about it for another second because Kyle was humming now. She was humming that old song that had played for them on the record player when they’d danced in the parlor. Melinda smiled against Kyle’s skin, and she was certain that she’d never been this content in her life.

This was also the most alone, in a good way, she’d ever felt in this city. Her apartment was right in the thick of it, so even though it had great sound insulation, she always knew that there was a giant crowd of people not all that far away from her. She lived near other people, too, and shared walls with some. While Melinda never heard them, she still knew that they were there, so she always had to be conscious of the windows when she went to change or do other things. She would make sure that the curtains and blinds were both closed, and often, she changed in her bathroom or turned the lights off if she wanted to touch herself just in case a Peeping Tom could see between the slits of the blinds and the curtains didn’t block everything out.

Most of the time, Melinda didn’t care or mind. It was the price a person paid to live in a city filled with people. But every so often, she wished there was a way to truly block it all out; to not walk down the back stairs, turn in the alley, and see a group of college-aged boys standing there on the street, holding their drinks and talking way too loudly, laughing about the naked women they just saw on Bourbon or the fact that one of them had beads around his neck because he managed to convince a girl to flash him.

Right now, she was alone with Kyle. The other houseswere quiet, likely due to the late hour, and tours didn’t come through the district at night. If Melinda listened really hard, she might be able to hear the people outside the restaurant or the bars nearby, but that would mean she’d have to ask Kyle to stop humming, and she’d never ask her to ruin this perfect moment by doing that. As Kyle continued to hum the same bit of the song over and over, Melinda slowly shifted just a little in order to move her hand under Kyle’s shirt, holding it against her abdomen because she needed to touch skin. Kyle continued to hum, but there was a second where she stopped as Melinda’s hand slid a little higher. Melinda smiled against Kyle’s neck again, knowing she was the cause of that pause.

Kyle’s hands continued to rub slow circles over Melinda’s back as they lay there, taking in the night around them and the blissful silence that came with it. Melinda thought about Kyle and what her life must have been like back home. Hadsheever had a moment like this with someone where it felt as if the whole world had stopped to allow them to have it? Because Melinda wanted Kyle to be happy, she hoped so. At least, part of her did. But the other, much larger part, was hoping that she was the only one Kyle had ever shared a moment like this with.

When one of Kyle’s hands moved a little lower to cover the waistband of Melinda’s jeans over her lower back, Melinda swallowed and kissed her neck. She didn’t do it as a way of telling Kyle it was okay or that she should do anything more. It was just because she wanted to. Melinda needed to kiss her, so she did it again in the same spot. Kyle must have thought that was Melinda’s way of giving silent permission, so her hand moved lower and ended up in Melinda’s back pocket. Melinda smiled and kissed her again, but slower, and she didn’t stop this time. She kissed her repeatedly, moving her lips, ghosting over different spots. Kyle’s other hand was at the clasp of Melinda’s bra. She held it in place, but when Melinda didn’t say anything, like a pro, Kyle had Melinda’s bra open, allowing her hand to slide up and down Melinda’s back, now unencumbered.

Melinda paused her kisses to take that in, that moment where Kyle lightly squeezed her ass through her back pocket and ran her other hand up and down her back. Then, she returned her lips to Kyle’s skin. Kyle’s humming had ceased altogether, and her hand was beginning to squeeze more regularly. When Melinda pulled Kyle’s earlobe between her teeth, Kyle squeezed harder, and her breath stopped. Melinda sucked on her earlobe then, and Kyle responded by moving her hand out of the pocket to join her other one on Melinda’s back, pushing the bra away a little more and rubbing her skin up and down harder now.

Melinda’s breathing sped up as Kyle’s hands pressed harder into her flesh. She licked the shell of Kyle’s ear and heard her gasp before she kissed just behind it and moved her hand up a little higher until it was just under Kyle’s breast. She could sense it. This was escalating. With every move of Kyle’s, Melinda had one of her own, and the fact that they weren’t talking, weren’t acknowledging it, only turned Melinda on more. When Kyle’s hand slid into Melinda’s panties and cupped her ass, Melinda let herself enjoy the touch for a second before her own hand moved a little farther north until it was over Kyle’s breast, which was concealed by her bra, but Melinda bit her lower lip because she could feel it. Kyle’s nipple was already hard, and she could feel it through the thin barrier between them.

She closed her eyes and began to just move her hand over Kyle’s breast more than anything else. When Kyle’s breathing moved even faster, though, Melinda began to gently squeeze her breast this time and kiss her neck again, moving her lips to every bit of skin she could find in her position. A few moments later, she paused for a second to suck on a particular spot and earned a gasp, so she squeezed Kyle’s breast harder, found her nipple through the fabric, and tried to play with it between her thumb and forefinger while Kyle’s hand joined her other one, gripping Melinda’s ass through her jeans and panties. When Melinda moved the cup of the bra aside to slide her hand under and finally touched the skin there, Kyle’shand went quickly to Melinda’s front to unbutton and unzip her jeans before slipping back around. Now, with the access Kyle apparently wanted, she was able to cup Melinda’s ass more fully, and just like that, it was Melinda’s turn to gasp as that gripping centered her sex over Kyle’s hard thigh. She rubbed and squeezed Kyle’s breast as they both slowly began to rock together while still being completely clothed.

Their pace remained slow and even for a long time, so Melinda worried that she was making Kyle’s nipple sore. She also didn’t want the other nipple to feel like she didn’t like it because she was giving all of her attention to this one, so before she switched to Kyle’s other breast, she gave the nipple in her hand a light twist, earning her new favorite gasp. After that, she moved her hand, shifting slightly again, and pulled Kyle’s other breast out of her bra, giving it the same attention as Kyle pushed Melinda into her thigh a little harder, a little faster.

Soon, that prompted Melinda to lift herself a little with the purpose of tugging at Kyle’s shirt until it was up and around her neck. Looking down now, Melinda was able to see Kyle’s breasts for the first time as they were half in bra cups and half out, and there was something so completely sexy about that. When she met Kyle’s eyes, she noticed just how dark those green orbs had gotten, and she knew this was the moment when they could stop and say something to each other. She could tell Kyle that she wanted this. Kyle would ask if she was sure. She’d say yes. It could also be the moment when Melinda readjusted Kyle’s bra, pulled Kyle’s shirt down, and rested back against her, knowing that this was enough for tonight because she didn’t want to go too fast with this amazing woman.

Kyle’s gorgeous eyes were looking at her now, though, and in them, Melinda saw everything she needed to know, so without those words, she lowered her lips to Kyle’s. They kissed as Kyle’s hands began to gently push down. Melinda realized that she was trying to get her jeans down to at least her knees, but they’d get there. Right now, she just wanted tokiss Kyle and find those nipples with her mouth, so she pressed her body fully to Kyle’s then, indicating that she should stop. Kyle obliged, but she continued kissing Melinda until Melinda’s lips shifted lower to her collarbone and lower still until she had a nipple between her lips.

“Oh,” Kyle let out, and it was the first word they’d said to each other in quite possibly over an hour.

It didn’t break the revelry, though. It only served to tell Melinda that Kyle wanted this; she wanted what Melinda was doing to her breast. She wanted Melinda to suck on her nipple, bring it to its peak, and then gently glide her tongue around it, sucking on it again, keeping it at its hard point. It was getting chilly outside, and that hardened nipple was probably aching now, so Melinda lowered her lips to it again, sucking softly, lathing it with her tongue in an attempt to keep it warm. When Kyle squirmed under her, Melinda moved her mouth to engulf the other one while she reached her hand down between them to undo Kyle’s jeans before her hand came back up to cup Kyle’s other breast.

With that, Kyle’s hips rose and fell, indicating that she’d hoped that hand would go elsewhere, but Melinda loved this pace right now, this slow, deliberate pace where she got to show Kyle just how much she’d been wanting this. The moment Melinda’s lips went back to Kyle’s, Kyle’s hand moved behind her head and silently asked her to keep her mouth there, to keep their lips connected as their tongues danced together and she settled her hips between Kyle’s.

As she rocked into her, Melinda wondered if she could come like this. They were both still clothed, but Kyle’s other hand was back on her ass, pressing Melinda against her harder and harder every time their pelvises met. Yeah, she could come like this; she could come just from how much Kyle wanted her. So, she rocked a little harder, keeping the slow pace, and when Kyle growled as they kissed, vibrating Melinda’s entire body, Melindadidnearly come.

“Fuck, Kyle,” she let out, unable to maintain the silence between them.

In response to that, Kyle quickly rolled them over, and instantly, Melinda found herself on her back, looking up at a very hungry Kyle Schafer. Kyle didn’t move, though. She was checking. She was silently asking if this was okay or if she should stop or, at least, pause. When Melinda smirked up at her, Kyle reconnected their lips, lifting Melinda’s shirt as they kissed, and cupped Melinda’s breast hard, squeezing it over and over again while Melinda’s hips rose to meet Kyle’s near thrusts. Yes, Kyle was rocking hard, settling her hips between Melinda’s now.

As Kyle moved her lips to Melinda’s neck and sucked hard on her pulse point, Melinda hoped it would be cold tomorrow because she’d need to wear something to cover up the hickey Kyle was undoubtedly leaving. If not, she should still have a concealer at home somewhere, which she kept for those rare occasions she actually wore makeup. She would worry about where she’d put it later, though, because Kyle’s lips were on the move again, bringing Melinda’s thoughts back to where she was, what was happening between them, and just how good it felt to have Kyle on top of her, rocking into her, taking whatever she wanted from her, which Melinda was more than happy to give.

It was Kyle’s turn to lift Melinda’s shirt and the bra that had been unclasped already, maneuvering her lips over a nipple that was more than ready for her attention. Melinda opened her eyes to watch as Kyle’s head bobbed up and down as she sucked hard. It was sexy as hell, watching Kyle take her like this and feeling her let go how she was right now, not nervous or anxious. Kyle was in the moment with her, and Melinda was ready for more now, so she tried to shove Kyle’s pants off to start moving this along. She gripped the waistband and began to push, but Kyle was pressed fully against her, and it was impossible to remove her pants with them attached to each other this way.

Kyle wasted no time shifting her lips to Melinda’s other breast, and as Melinda continued to try to get Kyle’s pants off, Kyle bit down gently, causing electricity to take overMelinda’s entire body. Suddenly, Melinda had to freeze because it felt to her that if she moved at all, she’d come. If Kyle did that again while she rocked into her, Melinda would absolutely come. But Kyle didn’t do that again, to Melinda’s regret. She sat up a bit, causing the blanket that had been on top of them to shift to Kyle’s waist behind her.

Melinda stared as Kyle removed her own shirt the rest of the way, tossing the unclasped bra aside with it. Her jeans were undone, so Melinda could make out a V of gray underwear, and she wondered how wet Kyle was. If she took those jeans off, would there be a darker spot there, showing her desire for Melinda? Topless now, Kyle leaned back over, hovering above her now, meeting Melinda’s eyes, and she smiled so softly at her, Melinda nearly missed it. Then, Kyle’s hand moved to her waistband and slipped inside.

CHAPTER 21

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