Lee’s smile was almost wolfish as she glanced over. They stood side by side in front of the elevator.
“May I pull you closer?” Lee held out an arm in invitation.
Greta folded into her embrace. She didn’texpectnon-sexual affection in a hookup, but she certainly didn’t mind the added intimacy. She slid her arm around Lee’s back, hand curling around a barely there curve of hip.
“You fit nicely here,” Lee said with another damned smirk. She looked a lot like the sort of women Greta found herself drawn toward on the rare occasion that she went to a lesbian bar for anything other than a drink with a friend. Her hair was cut close, but her excess of eyelashes and soft mouth made her undoubtedly female. Herarms, currently around Greta, were solid enough that Greta knew Lee could hold her down.
Lee had an edge that felt dangerous. From her flashes of emotion and defensiveness to her confidence, she seemed a little bit unpredictable. And Greta felt her pulse speed at the thought.
“The elevator is so slow,” Greta complained.
Lee flashed her a grin, looked around, and said, “Stairs?”
It was less question than command, but the way she said it made Greta feel like a giggling teenager about to break the rules. Lee looked around as if they were about to pull a prank or something equally ridiculous as they walked over to the door to the stairs. Then she jerked open the heavy door and ushered Greta under her arm.
“I think I ran out of patience after that kiss,” Lee murmured.
They were no more than on the other side of the doorway when Greta found herself pinned to the wall with Lee’s mouth on hers again. Lee’s leg was pressed between Greta’s thighs. Her skirt was rucked up, so all that was between them was Lee’s trousers and the sliver of Greta’s damp panties. She could barely restrain herself from moaning at the welcome pressure. Lee had certainly looked like she was fit under her clothes, and her arm felt like a steel bar, but the leg pressed tightly to Greta wasallmuscle.
Greta whimpered as Lee shifted against her. Lee’s mouth moved to Greta’s throat and one hand caught a fistful of hair to pull Greta’s neck to the side, giving Lee better access.
Thethunkof the door closing made them pull apart. They exchanged a look, and Greta actually giggled. “Slow elevator. Slow door, too. The architecture is conspiring against us.”
Lee stepped back, and as she did, her gaze traveled down Greta’s body. “Shit. I forgot about your heels. I’m sorry! We can wait on the elevator.” Lee started to turn toward the door.
Greta grabbed her arm. “I walk all over New York in heels. A few stairs are not an issue, especially if I can be naked with you sooner.”
The flash of warmth she felt at Lee pausing to worry over hercomfort was followed by a trickle of panic. Lee was observant and considerate, had a sense of fun, and was built like she had stepped out of Greta’s favorite fantasies. The risk of getting to know a woman who looked exactly like her type was that she mightlikeher, not just like having sex with her. They needed to skip past this socializing and get to the part where there were no feelings involved.
Greta held her hand out toward Lee. “Come on.”
By the time they climbed the two floors of steps, they’d stopped to kiss often enough that Greta was beyond ready to feel Lee’s skin under her hands. They walked through the hall toward the door of the room without another word or touch, but as Greta was unlocking the door, Lee pressed up against her back, pulled back the fabric, and kissed her bare shoulder.
Her teeth grazed Greta’s collarbone.
Practically tripping, Greta shoved open the door.
Lee stepped in behind her, lust-blown eyes fixed on Greta.
In a more practiced move than she liked to admit, Greta stripped off her top and skirt. She stood there in a matching panty and bra set. Boots still on, she smiled at Lee and beckoned her forward with a crooked finger. “Come closer.”
Lee was momentarily frozen. “Holy mother of God. Look at you.”
Greta knew what she looked like, a little curvier in the thigh and belly than society said was perfect, but most women she took to bed liked a woman with curves. A little softness made her feel voluptuous rather than unattractive.
If she had any doubts about Lee’s interest, they would’ve vanished in that moment. “You are the high point of my week, Marie.” She stalked forward. “Damn, let me look at you.…”
“Touchme,” Greta insisted.
Lee leaned down and mouthed Greta’s nipple through her bra, simultaneously slipping a hand inside the other bra cup. “All my birthday gifts at once, right here.”
Greta cupped the back of Lee’s head, not holding her still butholding on to her as Lee suckled one breast and pinched the other. When she used her teeth before switching sides, Greta felt a flood of heat between her legs.
Lee’s mouth was mapping the contours of Greta’s throat and breasts, so Greta let out a surprised sound when Lee’s hand slid between her thighs a moment later. She could feel the curve of a pleased smile as Lee discovered how wet she already was.
“Eager.”
“Very,” Greta agreed. “Touchme, please. More.”
