“Are they? How come?”
“Because they tease. They hide what’s underneath, but you can get a little peek if you want.” With that, she unfastened one, then another, then pushed the sides of Sabrina’s shirt apart just enough to bare more skin.
“I see. I didn’t realize this.” She swallowed hard as Adley’s fingertips skittered across her flesh. Her body was suddenly on fire, her underwear instantly wet. God, how did Adley have such power over her?
“Now you know.”
Sabrina nodded. Their lips were mere millimeters apart, but they didn’t kiss. No, this was something else. This teasing. This playing. It was hot, God, so hot, and she was so turned-on, she worried she might burst into flames. Reaching around, she cupped Adley’s ass with both hands and pulled so their bodies were pressed together, hers trapped between Adley and the counter. “I happen to love these jeans.”
“Do you?” Adley’s voice was barely a whisper. “How come?”
Sabrina tightened her grip, flexed her fingers into Adley’s flesh. “Because they leave zero to the imagination.”
And with that, Adley threw her head back and laughed. Of course, that exposed the long column of her throat, and Sabrina took advantage of that, running her tongue up the side, immensely satisfied when Adley’s laughter morphed into a moan.
Oh God, they were going to set the bed on fire.
Adley brought her head back up, and her gaze met Sabrina’s as she took her face in both hands. She held them there for a long moment, just looking into Sabrina’s eyes, and Sabrina couldn’t look away, not even if she wanted to. Which she did not.
“I want you, Adley. I need you to know that.”
Adley nodded, still holding Sabrina’s gaze.
“Also? I want food.”
Adley blinked at her for a beat before another laugh shot out of her. And then they were both cracking up, laughter filling the kitchen, the two of them doubled over until tears leaked from their eyes.
“At least I know where I stand,” Adley said, still smiling that smile.
Sabrina grasped her chin in her hand. “No.” That one word was adamant. Serious. Adley stopped laughing. “I want food because I plan to keep you up all night, and I need sustenance to do that. See?”
Adley nodded again, her eyes wide. “I do see,” she whispered.
“So? What should we order?”
* * *
Chinese food always arrived so quickly. She closed the front door with a hip, then scanned the small house.
“Let’s eat in here,” she said, indicating the living room with her chin. “We can sit on the floor. Have a little floor party.”
Sabrina grinned at her. “That sounds perfect. I’ll get forks and drinks.”
“Forks?” Adley held up two pairs of disposable wooden chopsticks.
“Yeah, um…” And Sabrina’s face turned a lovely shade of pink. “I can’t use those.”
“Challenge accepted,” Adley said, pointing a set at her. She set down the food and snapped the chopsticks apart.
Sabrina returned with plates, napkins, and two glasses of wine, set them all down on the table, then took a seat on the area rug next to Adley. They opened containers of lo mein and egg rolls and rice and cashew chicken and dished them out onto plates. Then Adley took a set of chopsticks and scooted closer so she was sitting right next to Sabrina.
“Okay, give me your hand.” Sabrina obliged, and Adley took it in her own. She tucked one chopstick into the web between Sabrina’s thumb and forefinger, then tucked it between her middle finger and the base of her thumb. “This one is stable. It stays still.” She demonstrated with her own chopstick before setting it down and placing the second one in Sabrina’s hand. “God, your hands are soft,” she said quietly, then cleared her throat. “Okay. This one does the work.” Again, she demonstrated with her own to show Sabrina how to move them.
“Like this?” Sabrina asked, and she just about had it. She tried picking up a piece of broccoli, but the ends of the chopsticks crossed and she dropped it.
“Hold them a little higher. A little closer to the ends of the sticks.” She adjusted Sabrina’s in her hand. “There. Try again.”
This time, she picked up the broccoli with no problem. “That’s way better.” And the smile that blossomed on her face was worth every penny in Adley’s bank account. She literally had that thought: I would hand over every cent I have to see that smile every day. She met Sabrina’s gaze with her own. Held it. The room got warm. Didn’t it?
Yeah, they weren’t going to be eating Chinese food anytime soon.
Adley spent the first moments of kissing Sabrina being amazed—again—by how affected she was by this one simple woman. How shocking it was—again—that she could be so turned-on so quickly. But it didn’t take her long to tell that astonished voice in her head to shut the fuck up so she could concentrate. Because she wanted to concentrate. Sabrina was so achingly beautiful, and Adley wanted to memorize every single thing about her.
She set her chopsticks on the table and pushed the food away from the edge, then sat with her back against the couch as Sabrina climbed into her lap, straddled her. Their size difference made the position perfect, with Sabrina, slightly smaller, tucked up against her body. Adley ran her hands up and down Sabrina’s thighs, feeling her tight muscles through her jeans as they kissed.
“Do you work out?” she asked through their kisses, digging her fingers into Sabrina’s legs.
“I used to run a lot, but I’ve been dragging lately.” Sabrina squeezed Adley’s shoulders under her hands. “What about you?”
“I don’t have time to work out, but my…job can be kinda physical at times.” She thought about how she hauled big tubs of ice cream around the shop, how often she reached down into one of those big tubs to scoop some out, and how it did wonders for her arms and shoulders. Their gazes held, and to Adley, it was like they were both aware that their no-work-talk rule was becoming sillier the more time they spent together. Before she could comment on it, though, Sabrina was kissing her again, and all thought flew right out of her brain.
How long had it been since she’d had sex? Over a year, at least, right? Nearly two, if she was being honest about it. Jesus Christ on a cracker, how had she let that happen? How had she forgotten how amazing and wonderful sex felt? How incredible it was to have somebody want her the way Sabrina clearly did? How intensely erotic it was to run her fingers along the soft skin of another woman? God, how had she gone this long without any of that? She felt like she’d been walking in the desert, dying of thirst, and along came Sabrina and just doused her with cool water. She held on tighter, pulled Sabrina closer, pushed her tongue in harder.