Had she found where the real Jess lived? Or maybe this was wishful and romantic thinking. The real Jess might be the one who thought raising a kid on a white couch would be a good idea, for all she knew.
Without warning, Jess stepped into view. Her wet hair seemed even darker than usual and was tousled as if she had just run her fingers through it. She had wrapped a dark-blue towel around her chest. It reached to mid-thigh, leaving more than enough smooth skin visible and showcasing legs that were toned by frequent walks. Lena could very well remember the feel of those legs next to hers, but she’d never gotten to touch them.
She moaned, belatedly stifling the sound with a hand over her mouth.
Jess swiveled around and clutched the towel with one hand. She frowned, and the skin of her cheeks flushed. Her wide eyes held no anger, though, only surprise and…embarrassment?
Lena wanted to leave, she really did, but somehow her legs didn’t comply. Every nerve ending tingled with the desire to get closer, to touch and be touched, to explore. But that wasn’t what Jess wanted.
Lena clutched the doorframe and forced herself to keep her gaze on Jess’s face.
Jess stepped closer as if reeled in by an invisible line. She stopped only inches from Lena, her eyes searching for an answer to a question she hadn’t voiced.
The clean scent of aloe and something warmer, more sensual, flooded Lena’s nostrils. She shivered as a wave of arousal swept through her. She balled her free hand into a fist to keep from reaching out. “I…I’m sorry. I’ll wait for you in the living room.” She licked her dry lips.
Jess touched her fist with a finger and slowly stroked over her knuckles. As Lena opened her hand, Jess clasped it in hers and pulled her closer. So close her breath caressed Lena’s lips. “Would you…?” She rapidly blinked, then cleared her throat. “Would you like to stay?”
“Oh yeah.” Lena grinned at the huskiness of her own voice. She wasn’t good at hiding her desire, and why should she? Jess was a desirable woman. She leaned in and kissed her with all the fire Jess’s question had ignited in her.
Still kissing, they stumbled toward the bed, both fumbling with Lena’s clothes, and Lena neither knew nor cared who pushed and who pulled what. All she wanted, no, needed, was to feel Jess’s skin against hers.
Finally naked, Lena tumbled backward on the bed, expecting Jess to follow. She pushed the comforter to one side of the king-size mattress. The smooth sheet beneath her was cool, and she couldn’t wait to feel Jess’s skin on hers.
But Jess hesitated. One hand still clutched the towel like a shield in front of her, and her eyes were fixed on something on the other side of the room.
Lena followed her gaze. The light switch. How important was darkness to Jess? Even if talking was the last thing on her mind, she was too much Jess’s friend to ignore her uneasiness. “Jess? Whatever you want is okay.”
Jess exhaled and looked at Lena. Her gaze was like a caress as she swept it up and down Lena’s body. “I want you.”
“And I want you. Very much. That’s all that matters.” Lena grinned. “Glad we’re on the same page here. It would be super awkward to lie in your bed naked if all you wanted to do was show me your stamp collection or something.”
Laughing, Jess released the iron grip on her towel and hastened to switch off the light.
It wasn’t completely dark, as the city lights bathed the room in hues of gold and cast long shadows, but it was dark enough to blur the details as Jess dropped her towel and crawled onto the bed.
They both lay on their sides, facing each other. Lena’s skin tingled with anticipation. She leaned in for a kiss, just to connect, to tell Jess they were here for fun. It quickly escalated from affirmation to something more and seemed to last for hours.
Breathing heavily, Jess broke the kiss but remained close enough that the warmth of her mouth still heated Lena’s lips. Somehow, Jess’s arm had found its way around Lena’s middle without her noticing. With a decisive tug, Jess pulled Lena half on top of her as she rolled onto her back.
Lena’s leg came to rest between Jess’s, and it was her turn to gasp. Perfect. She could think of no other description for their position. All along her length, her skin warmed at the contact as if she was basking in the sunlight, naked. With a groan, she kissed Jess again, nibbling at her lower lip until she opened her mouth.
Jess used the advantage of having both hands free to roam all over Lena’s back until she reached her ass. Her hands dug into Lena with the perfect pressure to pull her core closer to Jess.
Moans tore apart their kiss, and Lena couldn’t say if they’d been hers or Jess’s or if they’d both reacted at the same time to the increased friction.
Jess used Lena’s distraction to reverse their positions. With a hungry gaze, she hovered over Lena for a second, then kissed her with even more passion than before. Jess’s hand found Lena’s breast, and her nipples hardened instantly. And then her mouth and hands were all over Lena—stroking, caressing, demanding attention.
All Lena could do was encourage and enjoy. She wouldn’t fight for the lead in this dance, not when Jess so desperately needed it.
Besides, enjoy
