Page 15 of High Note

Damn.

She wanted to grab that guitar away and crawl into Kirsten’s lap herself.

Kirsten blinked up at her, eyes dragging along her body like she was being touched, and when she spoke, Kirsten’s voice was husky. “Come on, now. We’re writing.”

“Huh?” She looked down, realizing she’d stopped playing and or making notation. “Sorry. Right.” She had to swallow hard, her throat making a dry click. She grabbed her beer and took a sip, grimacing when she found it had warmed. They’d been really going at it.

“Let’s get it on.”

Chapter Six

Kirsten woke up with a bit of a headache, cats meowing at her, and a heavy arm resting on her waist, keeping her pinned down.

For a terrifying half second, she thought she was going to have to panic, but then she moved her fingers and they screamed at her, the pain jolting her awake.

Right.

She hadn’t been drunk.

She hadn’t been stupid.

But she had been writing and awake with Skyla until damn near four, and they’d ended up crashing in her queen-sized bed.

They were fully clothed. In yesterday’s stuff, and she was a little afraid she smelled like it, too. Skyla smelled like… Kirsten sniffed. Vanilla and some kind of spicy shampoo. It was a great scent.

Skyla looked amazingly normal without a ton of makeup, her hair mussed. Like a woman who had a plan and didn’t mind working for it.

She was also remarkably pretty. Naturally so. Kirsten liked this look better.

Not that Skyla gave two shits about that, but she could admire a second, dream that this whole thing was the start of something real.

“Mmm. Warm.” Skyla scooted back against her a little.

It was. It was borderline hot and she wanted to lean forward and take a kiss. She wouldn’t, but it was a happy little fantasy.

“Oh, hey.” Skyla chuckled. “This is a nice bed, honey.” That voice, all low and husky, made her want even more than a kiss.

“It is. Cozy, hmm?” Her cheeks heated right up. “Sleep okay?”

“I slept like the dead once we laid down. You?” Skyla moved that hand across her body down to her hip.

“I did. I crashed hard. My fingers are sore.” She dared to touch Skyla’s arm.

“Mine too. I totally have claw hand.” Skyla shifted against her, her body so soft and hot.

“You need me to massage it?” Okay, those were totally seduction vibes.

“I’ll do yours if you do mine.”

Totally. Seduction.

Kirsten couldn’t help herself. She leaned close, daring to whisper, “I’m very into mutual pleasure.”

“I’ve been known to dig that too, honey.” Skyla’s voice went a little breathless.

Oh, thank god. She was afraid that she’d just been stupidly optimistic. Now she thought she was spot on, and she wanted to kiss Skyla hard.

It sort of didn’t matter if this was just experimentation on Skyla’s part. Some of her fascination was the ability to reach for the untouchable, just once. Skyla wiggled them around until they were nose to nose, and that little smile lit fires deep in her belly.

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