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especially when she tipped her face back to deepen the kiss.
She reached up and wrapped her hands around Cassia’s wrists,
holding onto her, pulling her to her and keeping her there, and
it was only then that Cassia realized she was cupping
Adalynn’s face with both hands. She’d started that hold. She’d
brought Adalynn to her. She wasn’t pulling away. Neither of
them were pulling away. At least until they needed breathe.
Even then, Cassia could have kissed Adalynn for an eternity
longer. She felt starved and those few minutes were enough to
whet her appetite. She couldn’t help the massive smile that
spread over her face. She couldn’t help the way she was
looking at Adalynn, which was probably extremely nauseating
in its moon-eyed hopefulness, but she didn’t care. She didn’t
care one bit. She wasn’t afraid of Adalynn seeing it. Of her
seeing how much she wanted her.
“I…we shouldn’t,” Adalynn gasped. She put a hand up to
her trembling lips.
Cassia felt her stomach sink, but she wasn’t going to let
Adalynn get away with that. Not this time. Not without a valid
reason, and as far as she was concerned, there was no reason
valid enough for her not to kiss Adalynn again.
“You’re here as my guest. You’re working to pay off that
bill because that’s what we agreed on. Doing work to the
house, not to-to me.”
Cassia blinked. “Oh. I see. So, you think that if I kiss you,
or do more, things will get confused and I’ll think that you’re
trying t
o get payment out of me in some other form. Because I
was an ex-escort and even though I didn’t do that, I might get
things mixed up. The message wouldn’t be the right one. If
