Liv just looked at her. “I’m waiting to be clued in to the plan.”
One song came to an end and another one started. Ryan grinned, gently moving Liv until she was sitting on the bed.
Liv’s heart skittered in her chest. Then her eyes glued on Ryan’s blazer as slowly, torturously, she started undoing the buttons. Liv swallowed despite her suddenly dry throat. Oh, she could get down with that. No matter what was happening in either of their lives, or in the world, she had something to focus on at the moment. And that was Ryan.
Rolling her body to the movement, Ryan slid off the blazer and started on her shirt. Liv could see the top of her lacy white bra underneath the blouse. All she wanted to do was get up and touch, but she had a feeling that Ryan wasn’t going to let her until she was done.
A few more buttons and the shirt slid off, pooling on the floor. Ryan stood there in a bra and slacks, and then deliberately bit her lip.
“This isn’t a porn show,” Liv retorted, but she was grinning.
Ryan took off a sock and threw it at her. “You’re ruining my fun!”
Liv grinned. “Then take the rest of it off.” Her confidence was buoyed, and she felt more in her element. Ryan trusted her. She trusted Ryan, no matter how tentative. More than anything, she wanted to feel Ryan against her. This whole waiting thing was obviously torture designed by the patriarchy. Or whatever.
Liv watched as Ryan undid the button on her pants, then the zipper. With a little help, the black slacks slid down her hips, revealing bright red underwear. Liv looked from the underwear to her bra.
“I suck at matching clothes, okay?” Ryan stuck her tongue out at Liv.
“You should take those off, too,” Liv decided. Her skin felt warm all over, her nipples hardening in her bra. “So you match.”
“By wearing nothing.” Ryan’s eyebrows quirked upwards.
“Exactly,” Liv said.
Ryan took off the second sock first, then reached behind her and undid her bra. Slowly, torturously, she slid the bra forward and off her arms, until her top was naked.
Her breasts were a bit fuller than they had been in high school, but she still had the same dusky pink nipples that Liv had loved.
Liv opened her mouth, as if to speak, and Ryan shook her head. “Not yet.”
Liv balled her hands in her lap. She was so turned on it was insane. Lust pumped through her veins, and all she could think of was kissing Ryan’s naked body until she cried out in pleasure.
But nooooo Ryan had decided that tonight was strip tease night. And she was doing a damn good job of it.
Ryan tossed the bra to the side, then hooked her fingers in her underwear. These she slid down less ceremoniously, kicking them to the side. She stood in front of Liv, beautifully naked.
Liv stared, she couldn’t help it. A decade hadn’t changed her much at all. Police work obviously kept her fit.
“Can I touch you now?” Liv asked, her rapid breathing making her voice huskier than she had expected.
“Nope.” Ryan grinned wickedly. The music was still thumping in the background.
“What?” That was half screech, half frustration.
“Your turn.” Completely-naked-Ryan walked over to the bed and sat down, her arms at her sides and her breasts bared for Liv to see. “To the music,” she clarified.
Liv scowled. She would have much rather just ripped everything off and gone at it. She reached over to turn the lamp down.
“Leave it on.” Ryan’s voice was gentle.
Liv stared at her, then closed her eyes.
“I want to see you.”
The words sent shivers down Liv’s spine, and she felt the heat pulse between her legs. It wouldn’t take her long to come at least once, she knew that already. But Ryan had never been a woman to stop at one.
Liv moved to where Ryan had been standing, feeling awkward in her movements and her posture. The hunger in Ryan’s eyes was distracting, the way her gaze raked over Liv’s body like she was about to eat her for dinner.
Maybe she was.
“Start with the shirt,” Ryan said, pointing to the buttons.
Feeling a touch ridiculous, Liv started teasing the bottom of her shirt. She didn’t like undoing the buttons, instead preferring to pull the shirt over her head. Was that sexy enough? She wasn’t sure. Instead she slid the shirt up her body, then pulled it over her head, barring her plain purple bra.
“That color suits you,” Ryan murmured, her gaze on Liv’s chest. Liv wasn’t huge, more of a C cup than a D, but they were ample enough to have fun with. Ryan’s were slightly bigger. Double the fun.
Liv smiled, feeling a boost of confidence from the hunger in Ryan’s eyes. The obvious desire there made her feel more confident. She could tell Ryan loved how she looked, wanted her both because of who she was and because of how she looked.
The word “love” surprised her, and she sidetracked the thought by focusing on taking off her jeans. She wasn’t nearly as sultry about it as Ryan had been. The jeans were tight-fitting, which meant she had to do a shimmy to get them off. Her underwear was plain, too. But functional. That was her priority.
“Can I?” Ryan’s voice caught her off guard. Liv looked at her, swallowed thickly, feeling pleasure pulse throughout her body.
“Yeah.” Liv let her arms dangle at her sides, leaving her body bare for Ryan to see. She wasn’t going to hide herself, not any more. They were in it together.
Ryan stood and came closer. She pressed her body against Liv’s, which made Liv shiver. She wanted to be naked against her, to feel Ryan’s body against hers with nothing in between.
Then Ryan’s hands went behind her and unhooked her bra, before she gingerly pulled it off of Liv’s arms. Her gaze shot down, her eyes on Liv’s breasts.
Liv moved closer, letting her nipples graze Ryan’s and enjoying the sensation
