Page 39 of Her Holiday Arrangement
Riley laughed softly, shaky, like the sound had been trapped in her ribs too long. “God, I’ve wanted to do this for days.”
Elizabeth’s lips curved faintly, sharp even in the dark. “Then stop overthinking.”
That was all the permission Riley needed. She leaned in, closing the distance. Their mouths brushed, tentative at first, like testing the water, and then, hungrier. Elizabeth kissed back with a kind of control that wasn’t control at all, her fingers sliding to the back of Riley’s neck, pulling her closer.
Riley groaned into her, the sound muffled, raw. “Fuck, you taste like bourbon.”
“And you taste… nervous,” Elizabeth teased, her breath hot against Riley’s lips.
“Shut up,” Riley whispered, kissing her harder, hand sliding under silk until she felt the heat of Elizabeth’s skin.
Elizabeth gasped, a quick intake of breath that made Riley smile against her mouth. She pressed closer, body aligned with Elizabeth’s, their legs tangling. The contact sent sparks racing up her spine, the kind she’d only let herself imagine in quick, guilty flashes before falling asleep beside her.
Elizabeth shifted suddenly, rolling Riley onto her back, pinning her with surprising strength. Her hair spilled forward, shadowing her face, and her mouth curved in a dangerous little smile. “Better?”
Riley’s pulse kicked hard. “Better,” she admitted, though her voice cracked on it. “You’re ridiculous.”
Elizabeth leaned down, nipping at her jaw. “And you’re still talking too much.”
“Then make me quiet.”
Elizabeth did. Their mouths crashed again, sharper now, bodies moving with the frantic rhythm of two people who’d been holding a dam shut for too long. Hands roamed, tugging at fabric, exploring curves. Riley arched when Elizabeth’s palm slid under her cami, fingers brushing the underside of her breast.
“God,” Riley whispered, head tipping back, “I?—”
Elizabeth cut her off with another kiss, like she couldn’t stand words in place of touch. Riley clawed at her nightgown, tugging the silk up until it bunched at her waist. “Take this off,” she demanded, breathless.
Elizabeth laughed low in her throat but didn’t argue. She let Riley pull it over her head, tossing it aside. And then there she was, bare, beautiful, unguarded.
Riley’s breath caught. “Fuck.”
Elizabeth smirked, though her cheeks flushed. “I’ll take that as approval.”
Instead of answering, Riley surged up and kissed her again, hands greedy now, mapping every inch. Elizabeth moaned into her mouth, the sound vibrating through Riley’s chest.
Soon there was no space left, just skin against skin, heat against heat. They moved together, not polished, not practiced, but desperate. Every gasp, every sigh felt like it rewrote the rules of who they were to each other.
At one point, Elizabeth slowed, bracing on her elbows above Riley, eyes searching hers. “This is reckless,” she whispered.
Riley grinned, lips swollen, hair wild. “So? You want me to stop?”
Elizabeth’s gaze darkened. “Not even a little.”
Elizabeth shifted, pressing Riley back into the mattress, her weight settling across Riley’s hips. The cool press of her hand slid lower, over the curve of Riley’s stomach, beneath the waistband of her panties. Riley gasped into the kiss, hips jerking up without thought.
“Elizabeth.” Her voice cracked on the name.
Elizabeth’s smile was wicked, her lips brushing Riley’s ear. “Say it again.”
Riley did, over and over, as Elizabeth’s fingers found her, teasing slow at first, then stroking with devastating control. Her back arched, head thrown against the pillows, one hand clutching desperately at Elizabeth’s shoulder. It felt like being unraveled thread by thread, heat winding tight until she couldn’t hold it anymore.
But she refused to go down alone. With a rush of boldness, Riley shoved her hands lower, grabbing at Elizabeth’s thighs, rolling them until Elizabeth was flat beneath her. Elizabeth gave a startled laugh, breathless, before Riley kissed it away, lips trailing down her neck, across her chest.
“Not so composed now, are you?” Riley murmured, right before slipping lower, tasting her, losing herself in the hot wet heat of her pussy.
Elizabeth broke then, her carefully built walls collapsing with the first sharp moan. One hand fisted in Riley’s hair, the other clawing at the sheets, her cool voice shattered into curses and desperate pleas. Riley reveled in it, in dragging out sounds she’d only imagined, in the way Elizabeth trembled and tried to control herself but couldn’t.
“Don’t stop,” Elizabeth gasped, voice hoarse, commanding but desperate. “Riley, God, don’t?—”
