Page 61 of Only One Bed: Anthology Vol. 1
Bree was already bounding over to it before Ness could truly raise any objections.
“We probably sho—”
“Hey,” Bree cut her off. “I read the client brief. We’re allowed back here. So, relax. Let’s let loose a little, huh? There’s a storm raging outside.” Popping behind the bar, she observed the goods and grabbed a few bottles. “What’s your poison, babe?”
Ness hated how much she enjoyed hearing that pet name from Bree’s enticing lips. And being told what to do had a surprising effect on her body and soul. A weird sort of peace washed over her, almost as if she’d needed permission to exist outside of work, to let go every now and then. What real harm could it do? If one night of relaxation messed up her plans, then maybe they weren’t so meaningful, anyway.
Her racing thoughts quelled some. And maybe it felt a little kinky to have a sexy woman order her around. Yeah. She definitely needed a drink now. Her body was buzzing.
“Um, a Sazerac sounds good.”
“Aren’t we fancy?” Bree winked then busied herself.
There was something wholly erotic about watching Bree mix cocktails. The way she commanded the bottles. Confidence oozed from every pore on that woman. Ness sighed softly, wondering what it would be like to be held down and made to come, over and over by her. She squeezed her thighs together and looked away.
Puppies. Kitten. Office supplies. Come on. Think of something else.
But her line of vision went straight back to Bree, pulled to her no matter what she tried to do.
“Here you go.” Bree offered the drink and sat adjacent with her own. “Decided to have the same. Try a little class on for size.”
“Thanks.” Ness swirled her drink and then sniffed it, ignoring the fact that she was now highly aware of Bree’s perfume, as well. Musk. Maybe now a touch of woodsmoke from the fire, too. It’d kept her throbbing the entire trip up. She sighed inaudibly into her glass.
Minutes of quiet fell between them as they nursed their cocktails. The snow churned outside the large windows. Nothing about time seemed real. It felt slower, as if they existed outside of it. Ness’s skin grew warmer with every sip.
“So, what were you thinking about earlier?” asked Bree, breaking the silence.
“Oh God, nothing of importance.” She chuckled and rubbed the pads of her fingertips against the glass. “Just about how uncomfy the sofa in here looked.”
Bree raised a brow and smiled. “That’s the sort of thing that runs through your mind? You must be real fun on a date.”
“Shut up.” She grabbed a cushion and whacked Bree with it, laughing. The teasing was growing on her. It felt a bit like foreplay. Or maybe she just wanted it to be foreplay. So much for putting her mind on something else. Maybe she could just blame the alcohol and her low tolerance?
“I like it when you’re happy. You light up.” Her hand slipped over Ness’s knee. “You really are beautiful, Vanessa.”
Their eyes met. The fire cast a suffused, heated glow on Bree’s face. Rational thought left Ness’s mind. Her body suddenly felt awake and buzzed. It felt like a million butterflies had just taken up residence in her chest. The air between them felt electric, charged.
She leaned in, closing the space between them and grazed her lips against Bree’s. Mouths parted. Bree’s soft, warm tongue slid against Ness’s own, and her body shivered then relaxed. They yielded to one another like past lovers. Nothing in the world soothed Ness as much as kissing did. It was her favorite thing. Intimate, sexy, and connecting all in one. And Bree’s kiss was as sexy as the woman herself.
But she needed to be closer. Needed Bree’s scent all over her. Needed to feel the full warmth of her body. In that moment, she wanted nothing more than to belong to this woman. To be hers and hers alone.
Bree left her seat and ended up kneeling between Ness’s thighs, her head raised for now but the delicious promise she could dip down at any moment implicit. Pillowy lips still devoured one another. Noses grazed. Fire rose in Ness’s belly, and she moaned into the other woman. Objections to the fact they worked together were set aflame and destroyed. Bree’s hands squeezed her thighs. Ness wanted them all over her body. Wanted to grind against them. Wanted to feel them inside her body. Goosebumps broke out over her skin. Her nipples beaded.
Suddenly, the kiss ended.
The world felt dizzy and jarring. Her pulse threaded in her ears.
“You coming to bed?” Bree asked as she stood and gazed down with hooded eyes. Her tongue trailed over her lips, taking in the taste of Ness left behind.
Ness swallowed, her body still humming. Had that really just happened? “I think… I’ll sleep out here.” She disliked how breathy she sounded now the spell was a little broken.
“You know it’s much easier for me to keep one fire going all night than two. Especially, when they’re on two different floors.”
Ness chewed the inside of her cheek, not entirely sure that wasn’t a euphemism. “There’s only one bed, though.”
“Are you serious?” She shook her head. “I don’t bite, Ness.”
No. Please don’t. Now, I’m thinking of you biting me.Why are you like this?A whine almost escaped her lips. “I just want to make sure you’re comfortable. I tend to hog the covers, and we’re practically strangers.”
