Page 29 of Pomegranate Kiss

Lex settled in the bed, but before she could even blink, Cam crawled up between her legs. She spread on instinct as the woman approached. Something about Cam caused her mile-high defenses to crumble, had her questioning her rules andpushing past her own self-made hurdles before she was aware. Hell, she lay here bare in front of Cam as she leaned into the pillow behind her.

Cam’s palms settled on her inner thighs, a hunger glazing her eyes.

Lex swallowed, unable to escape the surge of helplessness in the face of the emotions Cam summoned inside her. A tempest couldn’t compare.

“My turn to taste you,” Cam said, offering a hesitant glance that undid a knot inside her. Cam knelt in front of her and lowered her lips to Lex’s folds. Lex tilted her head back, letting it fall onto the pillow behind her. Letting Cam take control. Once Cam began to lap at her sensitive clit, Lex let out a low groan from the back of her throat, her hips rising forward.

Cam’s mouth felt like heaven. She already hummed from her last orgasm, and the woman knew exactly what pace to set, none of the wild, frenetic strokes from earlier. These long, languid laps had her hips rising off the bed. Lex never let go like this. Always, always, always, she remained in control.

Yet as Cam increased the pace, the clever tongue gliding against her clit in a way that lit her nerves on fire, Lex found herself riding the waves of pleasure. Her hips bucked forward, and her fingers curled into the sheets as drops of sweat pricked on her forehead. Cam’s touch felt delicate, careful, just like her, the polar opposite of Lex.

Her clit throbbed, and she ached for release. Cam’s curls spilled onto her legs, the strands tickling, and the scent of roses was fucking intoxicating. Each lick to her clit had her back arching and her mind spinning. She wound tighter and tighter, the pulse so fierce all she could do was sink into the pleasure.

Cam sucked at her clit, and that tipped her right over the edge.

Lex let out a low moan, sweat beading on her skin as she flashed white-hot. Her entire body coiled tight and then releasedas her clit throbbed from her orgasm. Lex’s breaths came out ragged, and her whole body quaked in the wake of the bliss rolling through her. She lay there on her back for a few moments, blinking as she sank into her own body to stare at the paste-white ceiling above her.

A moment later, the sheets rustled, and Cam slipped beside her. She rested her head on Lex’s shoulder, and Lex wrapped an arm around her on impulse, drawing her flush to her body. Cam nuzzled against her skin, sensual sweetness wrapped in one heartbreakingly gorgeous package. She dipped her head to brush a kiss on the top of Cam’s head, unable to help herself.

Fuck, she was so far gone it wasn’t even funny. She’d fallen in love with this woman, somewhere between her first snarky response and the tenderness that had unfurled in their long, laden looks. And she had two weeks left to summon the nerve to tell her.

Lex stroked Cam’s back with her arm, enjoying the silken feel of her skin.

“Can we just stay like this?” Cam asked, the question as tremulous as a butterfly.

God, if only.

Chapter Fourteen

The day of Danny and Adrian’s wedding had finally arrived.

Cam’s stomach churned as she clasped her rose-gold necklace around her neck, but she didn’t brim with the normal bridesmaid nerves. She and Lex had reached their expiration date. She’d been waiting for the right time to bring up the temporary relocation to Savannah for school. And she’d been wanting to tell Lex how her feelings had changed since they started this. If Lex wanted a relationship for real, Cam would be willing to risk telling her parents, her friends, the world.

Yet Lex hadn’t said anything to hint she might want anything beyond a temporary fling. And Cam had been too chickenshit to ask.

She straightened her canary yellow dress, smoothing the satin fabric that clung to her in all the right places. The stylist pinned her hair back in a waterfall of curls, and the makeup artist worked her magic to draw focus to her eyes and soften the impact of her narrow nose. Her lips had been painted a mauveinstead of her normal crimson. They’d been getting dressed in the bridal suite at the Hilton, right beside the Hickory House, a beautiful old building with historic wood columns and exposed brick walls. She’d caught a glimpse of the ballroom last night at their rehearsal dinner, and the rustic, earthy place was the perfect choice for Danny and Adrian.

Nellie squatted beside her in front of the mirror, adjusting her blonde waves over the side of her shoulder. Little Dukas looked as gorgeous as ever in her rose bridesmaid dress, those innocent blue eyes belonging on someone who wasn’t the youngest married in the Dukas family.

“I swear to fuck if anyone else asks me “what the bride wants” I’ll chuck my bouquet at them,” Danny said, shimmying into the room. Her sheath dress only allowed for smaller, more controlled movements, but the cream fabric highlighted her peach skin, and the shape flattered her slender curves. Her shock of red hair had been tamed into elegant waves and pinned back with a flower wreath. Danny looked stunning, though the woman usually did, even if she didn’t see it herself.

“The bride wants a stiff drink and to not give an opinion on stupid shit like floral arrangements.” Danny flounced onto the bed, kicking her bare feet up.

“Want me to beat them off with a bat for you?” Lex entered the doorframe, clutching the top in a way that placed her defined biceps on full display. The breath snagged in Cam’s throat at the sight of her. Even in the feminine dress emphasizing Lex’s athletic form, she radiated strength. She’d styled her pixie cut into a pompadour and opted to do her makeup herself, retaining her charcoal-rimmed eyes like her personal brand of war paint.

“I’m tempted,” Danny muttered. “But once I get a couple of drinks in me, I’ll be fine.”

“That I can assist with,” Lex said, peeling up her skirt to reveal a flask tucked into her halter. Because of course she would.“Filled it with Hendricks, just for you.” Cam couldn’t tear her gaze away from the exposed skin, the linework of the tattoo on her thigh that nights before she’d spent far too long tracing with her fingertips. Lex’s body was a work of art in its own right.

“Best maid of honor ever,” Danny said, reaching forward to accept the flask.

“Don’t pass judgement yet,” Lex joked, plopping onto the bed beside her. “I’ve got plenty of time to make an awkward pass at one of your distant cousins and piss off the DJ.”

Even as the self-deprecation passed her lips, Lex’s gaze flickered to Cam. Cinnamon heat flushed through Cam at the careful examination in those eyes, the sort that dizzied her mind and made her forget every reason why she was terrified to take a leap.

“Did you manage to wrangle Greg in time?” Danny asked Nellie, her voice light with the understanding of the field of needles they paraded on.

Nellie’s husband had been a massive source of stress the past week, one Cam listened to both Lex and Danny complain about. Greg had tried to duck out of the wedding with a work excuse, which Lex had punctuated with a string of inventive new curse words. Mama Dukas had not been pleased, and even though Nellie kept trying to smooth over everyone’s upset, her big blue eyes flickered with her own worries.

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