“So I’m firing you from that consultation period you mentioned. I’ll hire you again on Monday, which leaves us free to do whatever the fuck we want to this weekend. Deal?”
“That’s warped logic if ever I heard it,” Eve said, but her pupils were blown with lust, chest heaving against Josie’s.
“Come upstairs with me.” She brushed her lips against Eve’s. “Spend the night in my bed.”
“It’s almost five a.m.,” Eve whispered, eyes sliding shut.
“Then spend the morning with me.” She kissed her again, more urgently this time, tasting the whiskey on Eve’s lips. “Please.”
Her hands fisted in the back of Josie’s T-shirt as she yanked their bodies together. “Yes.”
17
They were surprisingly civilized as they climbed the stairs to Josie’s apartment, Eve’s heels echoing through the building with each step. Josie opened the door, gesturing Eve in ahead of her. She stepped into Josie’s living room, eyes tracking automatically to the kittens in the playpen by the couch. They were—thankfully—asleep.
She turned toward Josie, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. Eve searched her lust-drunk mind for a reason not to do this, a glimmer of sanity to remind herself that—no matter what Josie had said downstairs—Eve would still be advising her over the next few weeks and ought to keep her hands to herself.
But she didn’t want to keep her hands to herself. She wanted them all over Josie’s beautiful body. She wanted to kiss her until her lungs screamed for oxygen, fuck her until she couldn’t walk, drink her in until her thirst for all things Josie had been quenched.
“Get over here and kiss me,” Josie said, licking her lips so that they glistened in the muted light from the lamp in the living room.
Eve stepped forward, hands sliding into the purple depths of Josie’s hair as she brought their lips together. Josie opened to her, mouths meeting messily as they dove headlong into the kind of kiss there was no pulling back from, the kind of kiss that had Eve’s blood pumping hot and fast, need throbbing between her legs, her body screaming to be touched.
In her heels, she and Josie were about the same height, and she leveraged it to her advantage as she wedged a thigh between Josie’s, fitting their bodies together. Josie rolled her hips, gasping into Eve’s mouth, palms against Eve’s back as she pressed them closer together.
Yes.Eve tilted her hips, thrilled by the scrape of Josie’s jeans against her bare thighs. They kissed, bodies moving, hands groping, hips rocking, until Eve’s breath came in ragged gasps, knees shaking from the energy building inside her.
“This dress,” Josie whispered, fingers toying with the clasp at the top of the zipper.
“You like it?” Eve arched her back, pressing her breasts into Josie’s hands.
“I’ve been dying to touch it all night.” She moved the zipper down a few inches and back up, the hiss of metal on metal the only sound in the room. “Wondering if this was a real zipper, if I could just pull it down and…unzip you.”
Eve’s pulse skyrocketed as she watched. “It’s real.”
“So I see.” Josie inched it down until Eve’s breasts spilled from the bodice of the dress, revealing the top edge of her bra. Behind them, a kitten mewled, and Josie smiled, tugging the zipper back up. “Come on.”
She took Eve’s hand, leading her into the bedroom. As soon as they stepped into the darkened room, they were on each other again, kissing and groping, bodies pressed together. “Eve,” Josie gasped, head lolling back as Eve sucked at a sensitive spot below her ear.
She pressed her tongue against Josie’s racing pulse as her hands slid beneath the hem of her T-shirt, skimming over her hot skin before lifting the shirt. Josie pulled back long enough to tug it over her head, tossing it to the floor.
Eve blinked, but it was too dark in Josie’s bedroom to see a damn thing. And she wanted to. She wanted to see and remember every detail. She fumbled behind her for the lamp on the dresser and switched it on, illuminating the bedroom in its soft glow.
Josie blinked at her owlishly. “You like to watch, hm?”
She gazed appreciatively at Josie’s black satin bra. “I want to see every inch of you.”
“And it would be a shame for me not to see what’s underneath this dress.” She tugged at the zipper again, drawing it down a few inches.
Eve went for the button of her jeans, popping it open and lowering her zipper, a much shorter journey than the one on her dress. She pushed at the denim, and Josie helped her out, wiggling the jeans over her hips and down her legs so she could step out of them, leaving her in matching black boy-shorts.
Eve cupped Josie’s breasts over her bra, so much fuller and heavier than her own. Josie bit her lip as she watched, nipples pebbling through the satin. Then Josie was reaching for her again, one hand going to the zipper of her dress. She lowered it at a maddening pace, so slow Eve thought she could hear each individual metal tooth slide through the mechanism that released it.
The dress gaped open, revealing her black lace bra. Josie sucked in a breath, cheeks flushed as her gaze followed the zipper’s journey. Eve focused on her own breathing, pulling air in and out of her lungs as Josie’s knuckles grazed her skin, shooting sparks through her body.
“Fuck me,” Josie whispered as the zipper purred past Eve’s hips and kept going, releasing the bottom of the dress with a gasp and a metallic clink. Cool air kissed her newly bare skin, and she shivered, letting the dress slip from her shoulders like a cape. It puddled at her feet, leaving her standing before Josie in nothing but black lace.
“That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Josie said reverently.
