to stop. Rett was breathing hard into Angel’s shoulder, dizzy from all the blood draining out of her head to other places that were doing all the thinking.
“I think you got my message,” Angel said into Rett’s ear. “Maybe I could walk you to your car?”
Rett managed to lift her head, though she had to grip the bar to keep from appearing unsteady. “I walked, remember? I don’t live very far from here.”
Angel’s tongue flicked over her upper lip as she digested that information. “My car is right outside. I could drive you home at least. No expectations.”
“I think you know that if you did I wouldn’t say no,” Rett said. She managed to make eye contact, which was hard when she felt so emotionally naked. “Though I… I would rather not go to my place.”
Angel’s mouth opened as if she was going to kiss Rett again, then she glanced down at their entwined hands. “It’s forty-five minutes to my apartment even at this hour and I think I know what you mean. Home is still too full of someone else.” She squeezed Rett’s hands. “Maybe we both need a little more time.”
From far away, through the dizzying desire and the roar of her pulse, Rett heard herself say, “There are a couple of motels just down Santa Monica Boulevard.”
Angel caught her breath. “Yes, that would work.”
Rett just stared at Angel, unable to say that she needed Angel to make the decisions right now. “Let’s go,” Angel whispered.
They were in Angel’s car heading quickly toward the motels when Angel said, “I’m not like this all the time.”
The vacancy signs swam into Rett’s vision. “You decide, I can’t.”
She watched Angel walk into the lobby of the motel they’d come to first. It was all she could do to breathe. Angel was back with a key in a few minutes and she drove them toward the back of the building. After she turned the engine off they sat there in silence.
Angel took a deep breath. ” I think I might like to get to know you. I mean, I don’t know very much about you, really.” Her voice was raw. “But not tonight.”
Rett looked at her in confusion.
“Tonight I just want to …” Angel gazed at her in the dim light. “I just want to…”
“It’s okay,” Rett repeated. She managed to open her door, but her steps toward the door Angel was unlocking were unsteady.
Rett’s only awareness was Angel inside of her. At some point she had taken off her clothes and found her way to the bed, but she didn’t remembering doing so. Angel had her wrists pinned over her head with one hand while the other satisfied Rett’s need. Angel’s tongue and teeth were making her breasts burn with desire for more.
More, more Rett was aching with raw want, feeling alive and hungry and wanton and consumed. Her climax left the sheets and Angel’s hand drenched, then Angel was straddling her, pinning her wrists with both hands while she hungrily kissed Rett’s mouth. Rett was still trembling as Angel trailed feather-light kisses along her jaw and neck. She felt completely exposed.
“I knew,” Angel whispered as she sat up. “I knew it would be like this.”
“How did you know?” Rett pulled her wrists free and raised herself on her elbows so she could kiss Angel’s shoulders. The wet heat on her stomach brought her trembling hunger back and she sat up all the way.
Angel tipped her hips to welcome Rett’s fingers and with a luxuriant sigh drew Rett’s mouth to her breasts. They were still for a moment. Rett almost didn’t want to move the sensation of holding this woman tight to her, the whisper of her hair and brush of her skin was like the pause between notes of a song. The rest of the world was in its place. Everything else was perfect. Her entire being was focused on the next inevitable note, the next sensation.
Angel broke their fierce stillness with a barely audible “Rett.”
It was slower than when Angel had been in her. Her fingers stroked inside and out, learning every
“I think you got my message,” Angel said into Rett’s ear. “Maybe I could walk you to your car?”
Rett managed to lift her head, though she had to grip the bar to keep from appearing unsteady. “I walked, remember? I don’t live very far from here.”
Angel’s tongue flicked over her upper lip as she digested that information. “My car is right outside. I could drive you home at least. No expectations.”
“I think you know that if you did I wouldn’t say no,” Rett said. She managed to make eye contact, which was hard when she felt so emotionally naked. “Though I… I would rather not go to my place.”
Angel’s mouth opened as if she was going to kiss Rett again, then she glanced down at their entwined hands. “It’s forty-five minutes to my apartment even at this hour and I think I know what you mean. Home is still too full of someone else.” She squeezed Rett’s hands. “Maybe we both need a little more time.”
From far away, through the dizzying desire and the roar of her pulse, Rett heard herself say, “There are a couple of motels just down Santa Monica Boulevard.”
Angel caught her breath. “Yes, that would work.”
Rett just stared at Angel, unable to say that she needed Angel to make the decisions right now. “Let’s go,” Angel whispered.
They were in Angel’s car heading quickly toward the motels when Angel said, “I’m not like this all the time.”
The vacancy signs swam into Rett’s vision. “You decide, I can’t.”
She watched Angel walk into the lobby of the motel they’d come to first. It was all she could do to breathe. Angel was back with a key in a few minutes and she drove them toward the back of the building. After she turned the engine off they sat there in silence.
Angel took a deep breath. ” I think I might like to get to know you. I mean, I don’t know very much about you, really.” Her voice was raw. “But not tonight.”
Rett looked at her in confusion.
“Tonight I just want to …” Angel gazed at her in the dim light. “I just want to…”
“It’s okay,” Rett repeated. She managed to open her door, but her steps toward the door Angel was unlocking were unsteady.
Rett’s only awareness was Angel inside of her. At some point she had taken off her clothes and found her way to the bed, but she didn’t remembering doing so. Angel had her wrists pinned over her head with one hand while the other satisfied Rett’s need. Angel’s tongue and teeth were making her breasts burn with desire for more.
More, more Rett was aching with raw want, feeling alive and hungry and wanton and consumed. Her climax left the sheets and Angel’s hand drenched, then Angel was straddling her, pinning her wrists with both hands while she hungrily kissed Rett’s mouth. Rett was still trembling as Angel trailed feather-light kisses along her jaw and neck. She felt completely exposed.
“I knew,” Angel whispered as she sat up. “I knew it would be like this.”
“How did you know?” Rett pulled her wrists free and raised herself on her elbows so she could kiss Angel’s shoulders. The wet heat on her stomach brought her trembling hunger back and she sat up all the way.
Angel tipped her hips to welcome Rett’s fingers and with a luxuriant sigh drew Rett’s mouth to her breasts. They were still for a moment. Rett almost didn’t want to move the sensation of holding this woman tight to her, the whisper of her hair and brush of her skin was like the pause between notes of a song. The rest of the world was in its place. Everything else was perfect. Her entire being was focused on the next inevitable note, the next sensation.
Angel broke their fierce stillness with a barely audible “Rett.”
It was slower than when Angel had been in her. Her fingers stroked inside and out, learning every
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