Page 17 of Party Favors
Wren kissed Amanda hard, delving her tongue deep into Amanda’s mouth and stroking. Amanda was pliant and soft. Giving.
The hot, hollow ache in the small of Wren’s back contracted, then bloomed out to her core, to her clit. She ripped her mouth away from Amanda’s. She was gripping the side of Amanda’s face with her free hand, probably holding on too hard, holding herself up, but she couldn’t help it.
Amanda turned her head and sucked Wren’s thumb into her mouth. And that did it. The end.
A wave of sensation flooded her nervous system, and she flew.
Chapter Five
Amanda woke up with a smile on her face. She was wrapped up tight in Wren’s arms, and she felt good. Satisfied, but aching for more.
Thiswas exactly what she needed. An escape. A few days away from her routine. A few days away from being the disco ball heiress. She would take this—whateverthiswas with Wren—and she wouldn’t overthink it. She wouldn’t analyze it to death. She would enjoy it because it was awesome, and she didn’t know when she’d get something awesome again.
She would take a page out of Wren’s playbook. Wren didn’t seem to have trouble jumping into, well, trouble.
Wren shifted and hummed sleepily.
“Morning,” Amanda said.
“Oh. Hi.” Wren’s voice sounded funny.
Amanda rolled over. “I want strawberries for breakfast. And champagne. And chocolate.” Normally, she ate plain Greek yogurt and a granola bar.
Wren blinked a few times before laughing. “Okay. We can order room service.”
“Yes!That.”
“Are you always so perky in the morning?” Wren asked. That weirdness was back in her voice. If Amanda didn’t know better, she would think it was shyness. Or uncertainty.
“No. But I’m …”
“What?”
“Excited to spend the day with you.”
Wren’s expression softened. “Me too.”
“I’m going to order. Any preferences?”
“Nope.”
“Great. I’ll put it on my gold card.” Amanda waggled her eyebrows, drawing another laugh out of Wren.
Amanda jumped out of bed and put in the most ridiculous and decadent order she could think of. Then she brushed her teeth because it was suddenly very important to her to have fresh breath. While she was in the bathroom, she decided to put on a little makeup—foundation, blush, mascara, lip tint—because it made her feel pretty. And she wanted to feel pretty for Wren. Her hair was slightly messy, but in a sexy way. Wavy and full and falling in billows past the middle of her back. She finger-combed it but otherwise left it alone.
Her stomach was all bubbly and jumpy. She had never been much of a giggler, but this morning, she could hardly conceal it.
Oh God. She had acrush. That was what those feelings were. A crush. A full-blown, please-pay-attention-to-me, pussy-throbbing crush.
When the room service arrived, Amanda rushed out of the bathroom to answer the door. An attractive young guy wheeled it in. There was more snow on the ground this morning than there had been last night. She tipped him extra for making the trek to their cottage. He smiled bashfully but wouldn’t meet her eyes. Amanda closed the door behind him.
“You bamboozled him.”
Wren’s voice made her jump. Amanda spun around to find Wren standing at the base of the stairs.
“How so?”
“By looking like a sexpot, I’d bet.” Wren’s eyes raked over her, and a flush of heat spread through Amanda’s chest.
