Page 81 of Guava Flavored Lies

“Is this okay?” Lauren whispered, her fingers tracing the edge of Sylvie’s bra.

Sylvie opened her eyes, but only a little. “You think I risked getting tetanus just to do a little kissing, Lauren?”

Lauren’s chest stretched to capacity as she laughed. It took every ounce of self-control not to let her confession slip. To keep from telling Sylvie she loved her the moment she acknowledged the truth of it to herself.

“Do I have to teach you how to unfasten a bra—”

Lauren answered Sylvie’s question with a hard kiss. Sylvie groaned into it, but couldn’t let the point go. She grabbed Lauren’s hand and pulled it over her breast.

The contact with Sylvie’s firm flesh dissolved Lauren’s desire to continue the competition. She gave them what they both wanted and tugged the fabric down.

Lauren couldn’t resist taking her exposed, hard nipple in her mouth. As she ran the tip of her tongue over the stiff point, Sylvie arched her back off the floor.

With her fingers tangled in Lauren’s hair, Sylvie moaned. “You’re driving me crazy.”

The sound of Sylvie’s voice, husky and dripping with pained desire, sent a new thumping ache between Lauren’s thighs.

They ignored Sylvie’s phone buzzing against the wood floor as Lauren pulled off Sylvie’s shirt and bra.

“You’re so hot,” Lauren confessed, pausing to admire Sylvie’s half-nude form.

Sylvie’s cheeks, already pink from the heat, brightened. “Shut—”

“I’m serious.” She cradled Sylvie’s face in her hand. “You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe I’m here with you.”

Stunned into silence, Sylvie’s eyes gleamed as she gazed at Lauren. Reaching up, Sylvie ran her thumb over Lauren’s bottom lip before sliding her hand over her jaw and gripping the back of her neck.

Gently, she pulled Lauren in for another kiss. This one wasn’t rushed. It was slow, thoughtful, as if Sylvie wanted to communicate all the things she couldn’t say. That she was afraid to say. That she didn’t have the language to say.

Lauren wrapped her arms around Sylvie, feeling her perspiring skin against hers. As they kissed, she ran her fingertips along Sylvie’s side.

Sylvie pulled her down, sliding her thigh between Lauren’s parted legs. Reflexively, Lauren started grinding lightly against it, keeping her weight on the elbow holding her up.

With warm hands, Sylvie slid under Lauren’s shirt. “Take this off,” she whispered.

Lauren obliged, yanking her top off with one hand before returning to Sylvie’s lips. She couldn’t remember the last time she couldn’t get enough of someone’s kiss, but Sylvie was unquestionably addictive.

Lauren’s phone dinged again as she bit into the soft skin of Sylvie’s neck.

“I don’t want to go,” Sylvie’s confession tangled with her moan as Lauren’s hand slipped between her thighs.

The last thing Lauren wanted to do was leave. She didn’t know she’d been waiting for this moment for years, but as she tasted the salt of Sylvie’s skin, she realized that this was all she’d ever wanted.

Lauren pushed harder through the fabric of Sylvie’s leggings, earning another moan. She needed more of that sound. More of Sylvie’s body.

One phone rang and then the other.

“I can be quick,” Lauren promised against the shell of Sylvie’s ear. She pressed the heel of her hand down, prompting Sylvie to rock against her.

With her head tipped back, Sylvie swung her hips. She looked as desperate as Lauren felt.

Lauren tried to memorize the moment. To capture Sylvie like this and keep it stored in her mind.

With a whimper, Sylvie dropped her hips, her muscles relaxing. She ran her hand through her damp hair before whining. “They’re not going to give up.”

Both phones rang in unison as if colluding to prove Sylvie’s point.

Lauren bent over, her forehead pressed against Sylvie’s. “I know,” she admitted to herself as much as Sylvie.

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