I stared at her in the fairy-light glow, and something shifted in the air between us. The space contracted to just this moment, suspended like a question neither of us had dared to ask.
Maybe somebody had to be brave.
Before I could second guess myself, I reached out a hand, and my fingers traced her knuckle. Even that slight touch ripped alow moan from my throat. I felt iteverywhere. In my heart, in my veins, in my very soul.
What were we doing? I didn’t care anymore. Because if this was wrong, then why did it feel so right?
It seemed like we had the same thought at around the same time, because soon, our drinks were abandoned, and we reached for each other, the cool summer air pressing us together. Before either of us could think too hard about it, we were kissing.
Last time, it’d started out soft, tentative. This time, there was none of that. Our mouths came together hard, aggressive, with purpose, like this is what we’d been craving forever.
Heat spilled down my body and I knew right then that if this was what the kissing was like, the sex was going to be off the scale. Was I ready for that? I didn’t have a choice. As Eliza’s tongue slipped into my mouth and her hand found the back of my neck, fingers threading through my hair, the outcome of tonight was writ large.
She groaned into my mouth, which only made my pussy tighten. Everything intensified that fraction more. She tasted like tequila and something sweeter, like the promise of things I’d been afraid to want.
The kiss deepened more. I wasn’t sure how, but she made it happen, urgent and desperate, like we were trying to capture every unspoken thing that had been building between us since time began. Eliza’s hand found my breast, then my nipple, and squeezed. My hand slid between her legs and pressed.
She gasped.
Both our eyes sprang open at the same time.
Her pupils were blown wide.
I grabbed her hand and hauled her up. Then I unzipped the tent, and pulled her inside.
CHAPTER 20
The glamping tent glowed like a lantern, fairy lights strung along the canvas ceiling casting a warm, flickering haze over the plush bed.
I’d thought about what sex with Eliza would be like. I’d seen the swell of her breasts beneath her clothes, and I’d imagined what it might be like to suck her nipple into my mouth, then suck everywhere else on her body.
But now we were inside the tent, with Eliza in front of me, every rational thought I’d ever had was quietly showing itself the exit. She was my business partner. My former crush, and my former nemesis. The person I’d sworn I could never let my guard down with: a promise that was currently crumbling faster than my resolve. Here I was, guard not just lowered but apparently setting itself on fire while I watched.
Before I could form a coherent thought, she pushed me down on the faux fur throw on top of the bed, then ever-so-slowly undid my shirt buttons one by one, looking up to make sure I was paying attention. (What else would I be doing?) Then she took my hand in hers, and moved it inside her top, until I found her breast.
She smiled, fixed me with a stare that held me in place, then grabbed me round the neck and sucked my mouth so hard, she almost inhaled me.
Hot Eliza was a different beast to the calm, manicured, reasoned version that I encountered daily. Between the sheets, Eliza was masc. Which made me want to punch the air, but I didn’t, because my fingers were too busy holding Eliza’s breast. It was the perfect handful.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” she whispered in my ear, all husk and no finesse. That, along with the weight of her thigh on top of mine, made me melt. I went to unbuckle my belt, but she grabbed my hand, then licked my ear lobe.
“No need to rush,” she said, going against everything her recent actions had shown me. Her breath was still hot in my ear. “Why don’t you let me do it?”
She reached down, pulled the leather of my belt, and simultaneously sucked my bottom lip into her mouth.
I closed my eyes as my mind swam. Eliza had surprised me from the moment we started working together. It looked like she wasn’t about to stop any time soon. I’d known Eliza forever, but in this moment, she was a sexy stranger, someone I’d just met. Which only made this that bit sweeter. Forbidden.
She pressed her hand to my arse, gluing me to her. Then she shimmied down my jeans, and I didn’t utter a word in protest. Every part of me was a mess as Eliza’s fingertips skated across my bum cheeks, dipping in the middle to let me know what was to come. When she slipped inside my white knickers, and touched me right at my core, I gasped.
“Just a little taster,” she whispered.
I wasn’t sure I was ready, but I had to be.
Then she slid down my body, kissing me hungrily. She peeled back my bra, exposing all my skin, flushed under the tent’s golden light. When her tongue found my breasts, then mynipples, my mind blanked and a slow, sensual buzz began in my head, before working its way down my body and ending in my cunt.
I spread my legs wider to show what I wanted, and felt the upturn of Eliza’s lips as she snagged my nipple between her teeth. Pleasure and pain rattled through me like a pinball.
I groaned, and Eliza grinned. “I know what you want, but I’m going to make you wait a little longer.”
