Avery stared at her for a second without saying anything.
“That’sreallynot what I expected you to say. On Saturday morning, you said—”
“I say lots of things. Forget what I said on Saturday morning. I changed my mind.”
Avery’s eyes narrowed.
“Saturday was only four days ago. Are you sure about that?”
Taylor nodded.
“I’m sure.”
And she was. Not that her reasons from Saturday weren’t still valid, they were. But sometimes things defied reason. Plus, those had been the reasonsnotto sleep with Avery again. There were probably just as many reasons that sheshouldsleep with Avery again, and continue to sleep with Avery.
For instance, she had a hell of a good time with Avery, in and out of bed; Avery always surprised her, usually in a good way; shealways enjoyed Avery’s company whether they were doing fun things (going to the bookstore, dancing) or boring things (loading boxes at the winery, trivia, fucking pottery painting); the sex was good and had the potential to be great; Avery made her laugh all the damn time, and vice versa; and she hadn’t been this comfortable in someone else’s bed in a very long time.
“Hmm,” Avery said. “You sound so definite.”
Taylor smiled as she looked at naked, tousled Avery, with that firm, daytime Avery sound in her voice. The contrast delighted her.
“I am,” she said, moving her hand again. “But I’m just me. How do you feel? On Saturday, you said you weren’t ready to date anyone, I don’t want to push you. What do you want to do?”
Avery’s eyes half closed, then opened.
“I was going to say we should stop the flirting lessons, because it was going to be too hard for me to keep hanging out with you once we’d done this again. But that was when I thought…”
Her voice trailed off.
“And now?” Taylor prompted her. She thought Avery wanted the same thing she did, especially since Avery was still naked in bed with her right now, but she couldn’t be sure.
“I can’t concentrate while you’re doing that!” Avery said, looking down at Taylor’s thumb, lazily moving back and forth across her nipple.
“Does that mean you want me to stop?” Taylor asked, looking at Avery’s hard nipple, not stopping the motion of her thumb.
“No!” Avery said in such an irritated voice that Taylor leaned forward to kiss her. Avery wrapped her arm around Taylor’s neck and kissed her back hard.
“Is that my answer, or do we need to talk about it some more?” Taylor asked.
Avery pulled back and looked at her for a minute without saying anything. Taylor waited for her answer.
“Mmm, yeah, we probably should talk about it some more,” Avery finally said. She ran a hand up Taylor’s inner thighs and pushed her gently over so she was on her back. “I think we have a lot to talk about, don’t you?”
Taylor looked up at Avery, whose lips hovered over hers, and whose hand rested in between Taylor’s thighs.
“Like what?” Taylor asked her.
“Well, dating sounds great, because I like you, too, and I certainly want to keep fucking you,” Avery said. God, why was it so hot to hear Avery talking even a little dirty?
“Excellent,” Taylor said. “Why does it seem like you’re about to say ‘but’?”
“But,” Avery said, and Taylor groaned. Only partly because Avery’s fingers were gently caressing her. “I’ll be sad to give up our flirting lessons.”
Avery’s fingers were still softly moving up and down. Too softly. Oh my God, the bitch was teasing her.
Okay, that was fair. She probably deserved it.
Taylor grinned at her.