Page 57 of Love Like This

“There you two are kissing again,” yelled a voice from thecourtyard below. “Every time I see you it’s kissing central!”

“Isabel,” Hadley murmured against Spencer’s mouth, before going infor more.

“You need to enter, like, a kissing anonymous program!” Isabelshouted. “Do you want me to look one up for you?”

“Stop harassing Hadley,” a quieter, more levelheaded voice said.“She’s enjoying herself, and it’s about time.”

“Taylor, her girlfriend,” Hadley murmured again. “I’ll introduceyou later. Not now. Kissing now.”

“Nothing you say registers when you’re kissing me like thisanyway,” Spencer murmured back. “Just so we’re clear.”

“I’m not clear on anything either. Let’s go inside.” She glanceddown over the balcony. “Night, Izzy. Go harass others now.”

“Way ahead of you, ya kissing bandit.”

Hadley let them into her apartment, which was decorated in avariety of creams and beiges, accented with subtle touches of sage. She’d goneout of her way to make the space feel elegant and worthy of being photographed.The window treatments alone must have cost her a fortune. But then Hadley put alot of thought into everything she did. That was the last of her ruminations onthe apartment, however, because when she turned back to Hadley, she found herunbuttoning her blouse very slowly, her eyes trained on Spencer. They weren’tjust any eyes either, they were sexy eyes. The blue had turned noticeablydarker and communicated her very clear intentions. The kissing had sentSpencer’s libido into overdrive, leaving her skin hot and her blood pumping butthe display now had her in a hurry to satisfy it.

They didn’t go slow this time, the way they had at Spencer’shouse. The fire lit hours earlier at Autumn’s place raged too hot for that.Clothes came off, lips came together, tongues clashed, and desperation reignedas they went at it in a haze of chaotic perfection. It was no surprise thatthey slammed into Hadley’s dresser (which would probably leave a bruise) asthey kissed in the dark on their way to somewhere more comfortable.

“Fudge,” Hadley hissed, lifting her foot after banging the back ofit against the doorframe.

Spencer pulled her face back and narrowed her eyes. “Fudge?”

“Fine,” Hadley said, and then adjusted her vocabulary selection.“Fuck.” Only she whispered it, making the word barely audible.

Spencer couldn’t believe what she was witnessing. “You’re notcomfortable swearing?”

“Yes, I am,” Hadley said, in the mostly darkened room.

A long pause as Spencer waited her out.

“Okay. No, I’m not. I don’t like using swear words. I try to, butfail miserably every time.”

Spencer gestured behind her to the living room where Hadley hadjust seduced the hell out of her with her own version of a striptease. “You cancome at me like a very confident sex vixen but you can’t sayfuck?” She kissedHadley. The dichotomy got her even hotter.

Hadley shook her head between kisses. “They’re very different.”

“If you say so.”

There weren’t many words spoken after that anyway as theyundressed each other in a flurry. Soft and slow was amazing with Hadley, butfast and furious proved to be just as satisfying.

“Oh, I think there can be more,” Hadley whispered, after takingSpencer easily over the edge for her second orgasm. She reached between herlegs and stroked slowly.

Spencer grasped her wrist, stopping the unyielding determinationthat was Hadley Cooper, but not before her hips bucked at the sensitivecontact. “No. No, there can’t. You’ve wrecked me. Do you hear me? I’m wreckedand I can’t be playing with you anymore.”

“If this is wrecked, I’m keeping it.” Hadley crawled up the bed,laying partially on top of Spencer. “Your cheeks are flushed and you’reglowing. I want to not forget what you look like in this moment.” She closedher eyes and went still like a mummy, as if committing all of her energy topreserving the memory. When she opened her eyes again, she shook her head,blond hair all a sexy jumble. “I loved spending tonight with you. Just doingbasic things.”

“I was not surprised to find out that we’re a good team,” Spencersaid. “And I got to see more of your world, which you fit into very nicely.”

“I want to see more of yours,” Hadley told her, and traced theoutline of Spencer’s breast.

“It’s not very big. I’m close with my parents and have a prettykickass best friend.”

“Kendra, who helps you put the right moves on your dates.”

Spencer laughed and pulled Hadley in closer. She honestly couldn’tget enough of her. “Kendra knows romance. I’m still an apprentice.”

“No, you’re not. Trust me. You’ve graduated,” Hadley said, kissingalong Spencer’s collar bone. “Will I get to meet your parents?” She paused,closed one eye, as if unsure she should have asked the question. “Do you thinkI’m jumping the gun? Just flat out say so.”

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