It took longer than she’d expected. So much so that she was beginning to wonder if Jac was going to ignore them. She started to pull back slightly. “I’m sorry. Have I read this situation wrong?” Her voice was shaky, quiet, barely a whisper as it left her lips, but the words just wouldn’t stop coming. “It wouldn’t be the first time. There was a girl in college—Carla—the epitome of a baby butch, one fateful spin of a bottle, and probably the clumsiest kiss in the history of kisses. I mean it was all teeth and tongues. But it made everything so clear. It was girls for me all the way. Then the next day, when I was sober with a touch of a hangover. Okay, a lot of a hangover. Like enough to slay dragons. I told Carla how I felt. And she told me to fuck off, never darken her door again, and that she was straight. I told her she most definitely wasn’t straight. Only to have Carla clarify that she was straight and didn’t give a flying fuck what I—”
Jac put her fingers to Sasha’s lips, stopping the purge of words Sasha hadn’t been able to figure out how to stop on her own.
“Are you sure?” Jac whispered against her cheek, and Sasha could barely remember what the question referred to. “You said you don’t want to go home tonight. Are you sure?”
Sasha nodded. She was definitely sure.
Jac picked up the handset that would let her speak to the driver without shouting and directed him to Jac’s apartment block.
Chapter 20
Jac’s hands shook as she helped Sasha out of her coat and hung it on the peg beside her own. She turned towards the kitchen area.
“Can I get you something to drink?” She pulled a face, disgusted by her own lack of originality. Pull it together, woman, it’s not like you’ve never had a woman in your apartment for the purposes of sex before. Jac frowned at the thought. The idea of using Sasha for sex seemed…unseemly. It didn’t sit right with her. It wasn’t that she didn’t want Sasha. God, she wanted Sasha. Need was almost a better term for the feelings and urges coursing through her. No, want, desire weren’t what made the idea of having sex with Sasha seem wrong. It was that she wanted it to be more than just having sex with Sasha.
For the first time she could remember, Jac wanted to touch more than just a woman’s body. She wanted to touch all of Sasha. And it terrified her.
“Glass of water?” Sasha asked.
Jac nodded, having forgotten the question she’d asked until Sasha reminded her. She filled two glasses and approached Sasha shyly, handing one over.
“You okay?” Sasha frowned.
Jac nodded, unable to think of anything to say.
“You sure?”
She nodded again.
Sasha took a big gulp of her water and put the glass on the counter beside them. She took hold of Jac’s free hand. “Then why do you look like Bambi’s mother about to get shot?” She smiled, the kind of smile that was at once reassuring and yet somehow still alluring.
And still Jac couldn’t speak.
Sasha frowned and took a step away, dropping Jac’s hand. “I’m sorry, I thought…” She took a deep breath. “I didn’t mean to make anything awkward. Sorry.” Sasha hitched her thumb over her shoulder towards the door. “I’ll see you at work on Monday.” Turning on her heel, she headed towards the door. The click of her heels on the wooden floors finally penetrated Jac’s brain and spurred her into motion. Placing her glass on the counter next to Sasha’s, she crossed the floor in long strides, catching up to Sasha as she reached for her coat.
“Don’t go,” she murmured before she caught Sasha’s arm and spun her around. She used the momentum to pin Sasha’s back to the door and locked on to her lips with a heated kiss that stole the breath from them both. Sasha’s gasp of surprise gave Jac the opportunity to slide her tongue into Sasha’s mouth, to tease and explore, to dance again with Sasha’s tongue in a way that promised of all the ways in which she hoped to touch Sasha.
Sasha’s hands ran up her back, and her fingers delved into Jac’s hair. The gentle scrape of her fingernails over Jac’s scalp was driving her crazy.
She tore her mouth from Sasha’s and managed to whisper in her ear, “I’m sorry I froze. I just want you so much I lost all the words I wanted to say to you.” She planted her lips below Sasha’s ear, then licked the skin, tasting her. Sweet and salty, and wanting.
Sasha was panting, her hands never still as they roamed Jac’s back, shoulders, neck, and scalp. Jac’s hands had a mind of their own as they teased the skin at the small of Sasha’s back, loving the way that touch made Sasha’s hips roll towards her. Jac wasn’t sure if she was trying to escape it or demand more.
“What did you want to say?” Sasha asked and planted her lips on Jac’s neck, licking and sucking at the skin.
Jac groaned and pressed her body closer to Sasha’s. “I wanted to tell you that you’re beautiful.” She ran a finger up Sasha’s spine until she couldn’t get any higher for the door she had Sasha pressed against, so she trailed her way back down again. Gripping Sasha’s backside, she pulled her flush against her body. “I wanted to tell you that I’ve never wanted a woman the way that I want you.”
Sasha stiffened against her, and she pulled back far enough to see Sasha’s eyes, already knowing she’d see self-doubt there.
“It’s true.” She kissed the corner of Sasha’s mouth, softly, sweetly. “I know what’s going through your mind. That that was a line, and that I’ve used that on other women, younger women. Right?”
Sasha closed her eyes and let her head fall back against the door as she nodded.
“Well, I haven’t.” She stepped back, took Sasha’s hands in hers, and tugged her to the couch. When they were sitting side by side, Jac shifted to face Sasha. “I know this is our first real date, and that this is really, really early for this, but we’ve spent a lot of time together, right? I mean, with working together and dinner and everything.”
Sasha nodded.
Jac took a deep breath. Time to jump.
“Okay, so I’m just going to lay it all out here, and I know you said you weren’t looking for anything with expectations or anything like that, and I know I don’t exactly have the best history when it comes to asking you to give me the benefit of the doubt but…well, there’s something here, right?” She waved her hand between them. “And I don’t just mean this chemistry that has me wanting to take your clothes off and lick every part of your body.”
Sasha swallowed heavily.
“I mean, I do. Want to do that, I mean. But that’s not all there is here, is there?”
Sasha’s voice was thick and heavy with desire and emotion when she finally asked, “What do you think is here, Jac?”
Jac kissed her softly, then whispered, “Expectations.” She slid her hand around the back of Sasha’s neck and held her head in place as she kissed her again. “Promises.” Jac traced Sasha’s bottom lip with her tongue, then captured the moan Sasha could no longer contain. “All the things I’ve never wanted with anyone else before.”
Cupping Sasha’s cheeks, she worshipped her mouth, pouring everything into the kiss that she couldn’t find the words to utter.
“Do you really mean that?” Sasha whispered, fingers trembling against Jac’s cheeks. “Because I could really fall for you, Jac.”
“I’ll catch you.” Jac’s voice was just as quiet, just as reverent.
Sasha smiled, fingertips tracing Jac’s lips. “I think I might prefer it if we fell together.”
Jac kissed the tip of the finger sitting on her lower lip, then held out her hand. “Then I think I know a pretty good place for us to land.” When Sasha put her hand in Jac’s, she tugged her down the hall. “Together.”
Jac’s bedroom was lit only by the moon and the street lights shining below them, but shining through two fully glass walls, it gave them more than enough light to see. Sasha’s gaze landed on the huge bed that dominated the room. Decorated in differing shades o
f black, grey, and white and accents of startling emerald, it looked soft, luxurious, and inviting. Just like Jac’s hands in hers.
Was this really happening? Was Jac really real? Like really real, as in she wanted more than just a night of passion between them? Really real in that she was looking to the future with them in it? That kind of real. Did Jac really mean all those wonderful promises she’d just made?
Sasha didn’t know. But as Jac let her tuxedo jacket fall from her shoulders, Sasha had the presence of mind to acknowledge one final thing before thought would be vanquished for the rest of the night. She knew herself enough to know that if Jac didn’t…it was already too late to save herself from falling for Jac.
She was rooted to the spot as Jac worked the knot of her tie and pulled it from around her neck, then unfastened the button at her throat before sliding the suspenders down her arms to hang at her waist. Jac toed off her shoes and padded towards Sasha, socks brushing the plush fabric with each tentative step.
Sasha licked her lips and lifted her hands, intent on releasing the clasp that held her hair at the back of her head.
“Let me do it,” Jac requested.
“Okay.” Sasha let her hands fall back to her sides. Jac’s hands on her shoulders gently turned her until her back was to Jac’s front. Jac’s lips on her neck were warm and soft, but they ignited a fire in Sasha that had only one means of control. The fingertip trailing the length of her spine, from neck to buttocks, only served to drive Sasha’s temperature higher.
“Beautiful,” Jac whispered before planting kiss after delicious kiss along her hairline and neck, and under her ears, finally nipping at her earlobe while her fingers continued to tease Sasha’s back, her arms, and her arse. “So beautiful,” Jac breathed into her ear. “I could worship you like this all night.”
Sasha whimpered and reached back, resting her hands on Jac’s strong thighs. “As lovely as this is, Jac, I hope you plan to do a lot more before the night’s through.” She’d never heard her own voice sound as deep or hoarse as it did then, but the shudder that ran through Jac’s body left her in no doubt as to the effect it had.
“God, the things your voice does to me.”
Sasha smiled as Jac’s hand slid up her arm and across her shoulder and neck until she took hold of Sasha’s chin, tipped her head to one side and concentrated her lips about Sasha’s exposed throat.
“Since the first time we spoke on the phone, I get turned on whenever you speak to me.”
“Really?” Sasha asked with a soft chuckle.
“Every single time.”
“Mm,” she moaned when Jac found a particularly sensitive spot under her ear. “Good to know.”
“Cataloguing secret weapons already, Ms Adams?” Her fingers brushed the button that fastened at the back of Sasha’s neck. “May I?”
“Yes,” Sasha said, her raspy voice little more than a sigh. The tension in the fabric across her chest changed when the button was released, and Jac’s finger brushed the material aside and covered the newly exposed skin with her lips and tongue.
Her breath caught in her throat. “I think I need all the help I can get with you, Ms Kensington.”
Jac quickly released the clasp in Sasha’s hair, letting the heavy strands fall before running her fingers through them from root to tip, then she kept going, skimming Sasha’s back again to the zipper at the bottom of her spine. Sasha could feel her toying with the zipper tab, lifting and lowering it over and over, seemingly intent on driving her crazy.
“Is this how this evening is going to go?”
“How’s that?”
“Teasing me until you drive me insane?”
“Not at all.” Jac slowly lowered the zipper, releasing one noisy tooth at a time.
“I don’t believe you.” Sasha moaned as the fabric finally gave way over her hips and Jac’s fingers delved beneath the fabric to cup her backside and spun her around so they were face-to-face again.
“You don’t?”
Sasha shook her head, reached up to grasp Jac’s, and pulled her down for a searing kiss. She needed to feel Jac’s body respond to her as much as she responded to Jac. The need to feel skin on skin was becoming overwhelming. Sasha ran her hands down Jac’s chest, skimming over her breasts and down her stomach, tugging the shirt out of her pants.
“How much do you like this shirt?” she asked breathlessly.
“Erm, it’s okay, I guess. You don’t like it?”
Sasha slid her fingers between the buttons and grasped the thin material. “I’ll like it a whole lot better on the floor.” She pulled hard, popping the buttons and dragging it off Jac’s shoulders in one swift move, then fastened her lips to Jac’s neck, her shoulders, licking across her collarbone and tossing the shirt across the room. She noted a thin white line down the centre of Jac’s chest, directly over her sternum, but her attention was drawn away quickly with the discovery that Jac wasn’t wearing a bra. Her small breasts sat high on her chest, nipples already tight with arousal.
Jac stared at her incredulously. “Bloody hell.”
“I’ll sew the buttons back on in the morning.”
“Forget about the buttons.”
Sasha found the buttons on Jac’s pants, worked them deftly, and she sighed when they slid down Jac’s thighs and pooled at her feet. She stepped back far enough to ease her dress down her arms and over her hips, then stepped out of it as it hit the floor and kicked it out of her way as she stepped closer into Jac’s space.
They both groaned at the sensation of skin touching skin. Lips met again in an increasingly passionate kiss that had them both desperate for more.
Jac stooped and wrapped an arm under Sasha’s knees, then lifted her off the ground. Sasha wrapped her arms around Jac’s shoulders and broke the kiss.
“Put me down before you hurt yourself.”
Jac crossed the floor and lowered her to the bed. She stalked across her body like a hunter approaching its prey. Sasha couldn’t wait to be devoured. She closed her eyes and gasped as Jac wrapped her lips around Sasha’s nipple.
“Sorry, couldn’t resist.”
“Don’t be sorry. Do it again.”
Jac nuzzled between her breasts, licking the skin around each. “I will when I’m ready.”
“Again with the teasing?”
Jac chuckled, and Sasha felt it through every cell in her body as much as she heard it. “You love it.” Jac continued to press kisses and licks around the pliant flesh of Sasha’s breasts, never getting close enough to her nipples to truly satisfy, but more than close enough to continue the tease.
Sasha did, but she wasn’t about to admit that. Not right now, anyway. “It’s already cost you a shirt, darlin’. What else are you prepared to sacrifice while driving me mad?”
Jac left her place at Sasha’s breasts and hovered directly over her face. All trace of playfulness was gone. Instead, Jac stared at her, baring her soul. “No sacrifice. I’d gladly give you anything and everything you want.”
“Oh God.” Sasha slunk her arms about Jac’s neck and pulled her body down on top of hers, wrapping her legs about Jac’s hips so she was encased in a full-body hug. Her kiss wasn’t ravenous as it had been moments before. Now Sasha was more than content to let Jac lead them this time. She trailed one hand down Jac’s back and slid it inside her boxers while using the other to ease Jac’s head back far enough to look into her eyes again. “Then show me madness.”
Jac grinned and started to slide down her body again, licking circles around each breast until she was within a hair’s breadth of Sasha’s nipple.
“Just remember, Jac.”
Jac looked up, her breath fanning across the top of the aching tip.
“It’s my turn next.”
Her grin was wicked as Jac opened her lips and pulled the taut flesh into her mouth.
“J
esus,” Sasha cried and threaded her hands in Jac’s hair, holding her, pulling her more firmly against her chest. She wasn’t even naked yet, and she’d never been more aroused in her life. Her pussy throbbed, aching for Jac’s touch. But she knew that Jac would not be rushed. Not tonight. So Sasha tried to distract herself from her aroused body being played like an instrument in the hands of a maestro by caressing every inch of Jac she could reach. She loved the cleft at the side of her buttocks when her hips flexed. Could barely wait to run her tongue over the biceps that held Jac’s weight above her, flexed as she squeezed Sasha’s breasts, or gripped her thigh and pulled it higher up Jac’s waist. Jac had to be able to feel how wet she was against her stomach.
Jac ran one finger along the elastic at the side of her knickers and whispered in her ear, “Think it’s time for these to go yet?”
Sasha nodded, her motor functions no longer capable of producing speech.
Kneeling back between Sasha’s knees, Jac shimmied out of her boxers first, then reached for Sasha’s sodden underwear.
“So fucking beautiful.” Jac leant forwards and kissed Sasha’s knee, then hooked her hands beneath them and lifting them to wrap over her hips again. “I love feeling your legs around me like this.”
Sasha hooked her heels over Jac’s backside and pulled her in closer. They groaned as the wetness of Sasha’s centre came into contact with Jac’s abdomen as she ground against her, seeking pressure, friction, release.
“Oh no you don’t. Not yet.” Jac rose on her knees, and Sasha wasn’t able to keep herself wrapped about Jac’s body. She whimpered as she landed back on the bed and waited—impatiently—for Jac to continue with her plan.
Supporting herself on one hand and her knees, Jac used the other to pinch Sasha’s nipples to tight peaks, eager for the lips that descended on them. Sasha took advantage of the slight space between their bodies to further her own explorations. Cupping Jac’s breasts and twisting her nipples to attention, she tried to urge Jac up so she could get one in her mouth, but Jac was having none of it. In a lightning-fast move, she grasped Sasha’s hands and held them over her head. Grasping her wrists in one hand, she used her body weight to keep them pinned in place before turning her attention back to Sasha’s breasts.
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