Page 109 of The Matchmaker's Choice: A Lesbian Romance
never sleep on something so soft it feels like it’s consuming
me all night. The headboard and footboard are both done in
curls and flowers, made out of some kind of metal and painted
white.
Steph eyes me and launches herself down on the bed.
She means to sit, but the mattress is so firm that she bounces
up and down. She’s shocked for a second, but then she throws
her head back and laughs.
She’s so beautiful and almost naked, and I’m half-
naked, and I really don’t want to wait another second. I kneel
on the bed, straddling her, wrap my arms around her neck and
kiss her like she’s the only person in the entire world for me
because right now, I’m pretty sure that she is.
Her lips are right. Her hands on my body are right. Her
strong thighs between mine, so right. Her breasts pressing into
my chest, rising and falling with her breath when she breaks
the kiss, perfect. The taste of her on my tongue, perfection.
The delicious whimpers and sighs she makes against my
mouth, utterly perfect.
I fumble with her bra, but when I can’t get it undone, I
have to shift away a little and look down to watch what I’m
doing. I happen to take in the fact that Steph has abs. She’s not
shredded or anything, but she does have a pretty defined lady
six pack. Her arms are toned, now that my eyes flick to them,
and I bet her legs have the same sleek muscle and definition.
“Holy shit, you’re jacked,” I say in awe. And slight
embarrassment, because I am not jacked. I do my regular
living room workouts every single day, mostly for stress and
because I often wake up with a sore neck or back. I do some
cardio when I feel motivated, jogging mostly. I know that I
