Page 40 of Last First Kiss
“Yeah.”
She tsks. “Go change.” She nudges me with her shoulder under the covers.
I groan, rolling off the bed. I don’t mind getting into bed in clothes I’ve worn out, but Alejandra hates it, and I know better than to argue with her. So, I walk into my closet and change. A few minutes later, I slip back under the covers.
“Happy?” I mutter, half grumbling, half smiling.
She snorts and cuddles into me. “Yes.”
I roll my eyes, but the warmth of her body against mine makes it impossible not to smile.
“Goodnight,” Alejandra murmurs as her lips brush the corner of my lips, so soft, so familiar, it almost breaks me.
I close my eyes, swallowing the ache that rises in my chest. “Goodnight, bunny.”
Alejandra turns away and falls asleep almost immediately, completely unaware of the storm in me. I toss and turn most of the night, my brain overtaken by thoughts of how badly I’d have liked to kiss her earlier and how badly I still want to—even with all the uncertainty and fear. To finally satisfy the craving I’ve had since the first time we kissed, nearly ten years ago.
Alejandra tosses around until she’s curled behind me, one arm draped lazily around my waist, her body pressed tightly against mine. Her breath is warm against the back of my neck, and her hand rests just below my belly, fingers twitching. I freeze every time it happens—my entire body tense like a live wire.
As much as I wish it didn’t, my brain replays that almost-kiss, extending it until our lips crash together, but my mind doesn’t stop there. I imagine how soft her lips would feel on mine. Warm, maybe a little hesitant at first, but then the sensation would turn into something that burns. I picture her fingers tracing lightly against my skin, igniting every nerve. Even just imagining it sends a rush through me, leaving my body aching and a molten heat pooling low and deep.
I open my eyes and exhale, trying to rein it in, to calm the fire spreading through me, but then I feel her fingers move across my skin, and she pulls me closer.
Is she awake?
Alejandra’s face nuzzles into my neck, sending a delicious shiver down my spine, making my nipples harden, shooting a pulse of heat straight between my thighs, whereI’m already soaked and my clit is throbbing with a need so intense it’s impossible to ignore.
I hold my breath, waiting for her to say something, for her lips on my neck, for any bit of movement. Every second feels unbearable. But then her fingers still, and her grip loosens.
I turn, confused, but then I realize Alejandra is asleep. Definitely asleep.
I stare at the ceiling, feeling ridiculous for thinking otherwise. I bite back a laugh, but the heat in my body doesn’t go anywhere. And having Alejandra wrapped around me isn’t helping. My fingers ache thinking about what it would have felt like to touch her tonight, to feel her under me.
I shift in bed, trying to put some space between us, but the heat coming off her makes it impossible to think straight. If anything, it intensifies the desire. My mind won’t shut up; it’s locked on her, on this need that’s been building, and the longer I fight it, the stronger it gets. I need to deal with it now before it completely takes over.
I slip out of bed as quietly as I can, careful not to wake Alejandra. In the dim light, I grab my vibrator from my bathroom and tiptoe out of my room into the bathroom down the hall. The last thing I need is for her to wake up to the buzz.
I close the door softly behind me and lock it, the click sounding louder than it should be. The bathroom light is too harsh, so I leave it off, letting the faint glow from the hallway seep in under the door.
I turn the shower on, twisting the handle until the water runs hot. Steam starts to rise almost immediately.
I strip slowly and step under the spray, letting the water hit my shoulders and slide down my back.
I press my back to the wall, eyes closed, letting the heat work its way into my skin. My hand moves without much thought now, guided more by instinct than intention. All I can see is Alejandra, the shape of her mouth, the gentle curve of her hips.
The water beats down, steady, but it’s nothing compared to the rhythm building inside me. I imagine what it would feel like if it were her hand instead of mine. Her hand gliding past my waist, fingers teasing toward the fire building deep in my core.
I shouldn’t be doing this. I’ve never let myself indulge in fantasies of Alejandra, but tonight I can’t help it. I need the edge to soften, the pressure to ease.
Every part of me aches for her, so I let the feeling take over. As I press the vibrator to where I need it most, I think of Alejandra, how she might taste, the sounds she would make as my fingers traced every inch of her skin, her mouth on every inch of mine.
I bite my lip to keep her name from slipping through. My head rests against the cool tile, the world dissolving around me until everything fades—except her: her name, the pulse between my legs, and the pressure building inside me until it breaks.
A low knock stirs us awake, followed by Lala’s voice calling through the door, telling us to get up.
I try to stretch, but my body feels like liquid—limbs heavy, skin still buzzing from last night. I’ve never come so hard on my own before, and now my body feels wrung out, tender in the most delicious way.
“We’re awake,” Alejandra calls back.
