“We should have.” Hope licked her lips. “I’ll just… we can talk about the kitchens tomorrow. I feel better having this conversation.”
“Me too.” Angelica stepped toward the door, and Hope followed her. “We really shouldn’t keep holding these things in. Talking about them will help us deal with them so we can make sure that the set stays calm.”
“Right. Yes. Of course.” Hope stopped as she reached the door.
They faced each other. Hope bent her head, her gaze drifting from Angelica’s eyes to her lips. And the world steadied. The spinning craziness ended, and she knew nothing could go wrong.
“Good. I’m glad we had this talk then.” Angelica reached for the door, her fingers curled around the handle as she pulled it open.
Hope reached up on impulse, pressing her palm flat against the cold steel door and pushing it shut.
One breath.
Two.
She moved in, capturing Angelica’s lips. She melted. Angelica pressed a hand against the back of her neck and pulled her in closer, immediately parting her lips and groaning under the kiss. Hope sighed, allowing herself to be pulled in deeper. This felt so right, absolutely perfect.
She pulled back slightly before diving back in, open mouthed. Sliding her hand against Angelica’s back, Hope dragged her closer until their fronts touched, until she could feel herself pressed against Angelica in the very way that she’d craved for months now.
Yes, months.
She was willing to admit that now.
That moment they’d shared at the airport had nothing on this. This was purposeful, intentional. It was heat and passion and sex all wrapped up into one tight ball. Hope hummed contentment as she nipped Angelica’s lip, pulling it gently before diving back in for another kiss. She tangled their tongues together and rocked her hips against Angelica’s.
Angelica slid her hand against Hope’s shoulder before pressing her fingers firmly into the fabric of her chef’s coat, tugging at it almost. Hope leaned forward and then back, taking Angelica with her as she kept her mouth open, her tongue sliding against Angelica’s in a tease that she never wanted to end.
Angelica broke the kiss, sliding away and breathing heavily. Her eyes were wide, her lips parted, and her cheeks had that sweet rosy color of arousal that Hope had found so damn attractive before. Hope held still, staring deep into those eyes.
This was it, wasn’t it?
This was the moment when she’d have to decide what she was doing and if they were actually going to go down this rabbit hole. She couldn’t find words. They escaped her entirely. But it was clear that Angelica wasn’t going to push her to do anything. She wasn’t going to be the one to make the next move.
Hope reached forward, slipping her hands along Angelica’s hips and just under the loose fabric of her workout tank. The fabric was soft against her hands, but it was Angelica’s skin at her hips that was full of heat and softness that Hope reveled in. She pushed her hands upward, taking the fabric with her slowly. Angelica stayed still, her breaths the only sound Hope could hear.
It wasn’t until the backs of Hope’s fingers brushed against Angelica’s breasts that Angelica moaned so slightly that it was barely there. Hope raised her gaze, meeting Angelica’s eyes as she lifted the shirt even more. Angelica raised her arms over herhead as Hope pulled the cloth from her body and dropped it onto the floor.
Angelica was stunning. The curves of her breasts, the way her waist pulled in before flaring out at her hips. Hope skimmed her hands down Angelica’s sides, resting them on her hips before she pressed their mouths together again. This was exactly what she wanted.
Screw the rules.
Screw denying herself.
She just wanted to feel and explore and experience.
Moving her hand up Angelica’s back, Hope slid her fingers into Angelica’s hair and pulled at the tie holding the bountiful curls back. She tugged it from the locks and dropped it immediately. She wanted as much of Angelica as she could get.
Hope took a step, turning Angelica back the way they’d just come and walking her toward the bed. She stumbled slightly, toeing off her shoes as she went but keeping their mouths pressed together. Angelica’s fingers moved between them, plucking at the snaps on Hope’s uniform and dragging the two pieces of fabric apart. As soon as her hands were inside and against Hope’s skin, she knew for a fact that this was the right decision to make. She’d needed this, wanted it, desperately.
They both had.
Hope moaned, her eyes fluttering shut as she took yet another step and found Angelica pushed against the mattress. Angelica spun them around, pushing Hope back until she was sitting. Hope looked up at her, eyes wide and lips parted. They just stared at each other in complete silence.
Yes, they were doing this.
And they both wanted it. Desperately.
Lifting her hands, Hope pulled her jacket off and then lifted the tank that she had on underneath and dropped it somewhere. She had no idea where. She was completely entranced with theway Angelica was staring at her, like she was ready to lick her from pussy to tit and back again, repeatedly. She shivered at the thought.
