Another breathy laugh escaped Rosaline’s parted lips, hot air gusting gently across Poppy’s wrist. “I’m certainly not going to complain if you do.” Her hand slipped lower, palm cupping Poppy, fingers parting Poppy’s folds. Her dark lashes fluttered rapidly, and a soft groan fell from her lips. “You’re already soaked,” Rosaline whispered hoarsely. “You really need this, don’t you?”
Poppy nodded jerkily and drank in the look on Rosaline’s face, her jaw slightly slack, glossed lips parted, her eyes heavy-lidded, and gaze dark, locked on where her hand was hidden inside Poppy’s shorts, looking as wrecked as Poppy felt, and Poppy—Poppy hadn’t even touched her.
That needed to change. Poppy cupped Rosaline’s cheek with purpose and leaned in, heart pounding as she closed the distancebetween their faces, ready to finally,finallylearn what Rosaline’s mouth felt like against hers, to find out if Rosaline’s lips were as soft as they looked, if—
With a turn of her head, Rosaline swerved, lips brushing Poppy’s cheek. “No kissing, okay?”
Poppy tried not to frown.
Kissing was one of her favorite pastimes. In fact, she missed the days where it was the main event rather than a step to sprint past on the way around the rest of the bases. But kissing was intimate, probably why she liked it so much, feral for affection of any kind. Maybe Rosaline had the right idea, kissing a little too intimate for whatever this was. Blowing off steam. Physical release.
Catching feelings for Rosaline Sinclair was the last thing Poppy needed.
Poppy nodded. “No kissing.”
Rosaline leaned back in, lips skimming the skin of Poppy’s throat, leaving a trail of shivery heat in their wake. Poppy closed her eyes, dizzy with desire, head filled with the spicy sweet scent of Rosaline’s perfume.
“Hold on.” Rosaline shifted, right hand sliding between Poppy’s back and the couch, urging her to turn. With one arm now banded around Poppy’s waist, she dragged her closer, Poppy’s back pressed against Rosaline’s front, her body nestled in the cradle of Rosaline’s thighs. She brushed Poppy’s hair over her shoulder, giving it a gentle tug that sent pleasant tingles down Poppy’s spine. Her head fell back against Rosaline’s shoulder.
“What do you like?” Her teeth grazed the underside of Poppy’s jaw and Poppy couldn’t have swallowed the whimper that rose up in her throat when Rosaline’s fingers slipped back inside her panties and dragged up her slit, finding her clit swollen, sensitive. “Tell me.”
Her hips shifted restlessly, bare skin of her thighs sticking to the leather. “More.”
Rosaline hummed. “More what?”
Just—more. All of it. She tried to rub her thighs together, to alleviate this ache even just a little, but Rosaline was quicker. One hand dropped, the one not buried between Poppy’s legs, her grip against Poppy’s thigh bruising. A sob of frustration slipped out.
Rosaline had the audacity to laugh. “I asked you a question.” Her hand returned to Poppy’s hair, fingers carding through the strands at the nape of her neck, nails raking against her scalp. Her lips closed around the lobe of Poppy’s ear and nipped.
Poppy’s breath stuttered, chest heaving. It was hard to think, let alone form words with Rosaline’s fingers rubbing her slowly. Up and down Poppy’s slit, making a maddening circuit from her clit to where she was dripping. “I can’t—can’t think when you’re touching me.”
“I could always stop if you want,” she offered, voice sly as if she knew exactly how much Poppydidn’twant that. Her fingers made light circles around Poppy’s clit.
“Please don’t.” She rocked against Rosaline’s hand, seeking the friction she desperately desired. “Please.”
“God, you beg sopretty.” A faint warmth blossomed in Poppy’s chest, and she had about three seconds to bask in the glow of Rosaline’s praise before two of her fingers were slipping inside Poppy and crooking forward.Rosaline’s mouth pressed against the hollow beneath Poppy’s ear. “Is this what you wanted?” she asked, lips curving against Poppy’s skin.
Poppy arched against Rosaline, trying to get Rosaline to press harder, fuck her faster. “Uh huh.”
Rosaline curled her fingers a little harder, giving Poppy almost exactly what she wanted. “You should see yourself. Riding myfingers like you just can’t get enough. Like you’re desperate for it.” Her teeth grazed the side of Poppy’s throat, breath ghosting against her skin. “Areyou desperate for it?”
Her thighs trembled, her insides fluttering. “Yes.”
The answer tumbled off her tongue, more breath than word, an almost soundless noise drowned out by the heartbeat inside her head.
Rosaline tightened her fist in Poppy’s hair, dragging a whine from her throat. “I want to hear you say it.”
Poppy shut her eyes, a wicked blush creeping up her jaw, heat flooding her cheeks. “I’m—” Her voice cracked, and Rosaline huffed a laugh, breath hot against her neck.
“My, my, have I actually rendered Poppy Peterson speechless?” Rosaline nipped at the thin, sensitive skin covering Poppy’s collarbone, the sharp sting sending a bolt of pleasure to her center. Rosaline drew reactions from Poppy she couldn’t control, the muscles in her calves twitching and her toes curling and back bowing. Each hard, ever quickening curl of her fingers drove Poppy a little closer to the edge, pressure building, pleasure licking up her spine. “So fucked out and you haven’t even come yet.”
Her words toed the line between condescension and praise, just the right side of mean, setting Poppy’s blood on fire. They made her want to work harder, do as Rosaline had asked, chase that feeling she’d gotten when Rosaline told her she begged pretty. She unstuck her tongue from the roof of her mouth and licked her lips. “Can I?”
“Hm.” Rosaline licked a stripe up the side of Poppy’s throat, soothing the earlier sting. “Can you what?”
Poppy’s chin wobbled and she struggled for breath.
Rosaline tsk-tsked softly. “Come on. You can do it.”
