Eve pulled her close, hips bumping as they moved to the beat. She pressed her lips against Josie’s ear. “You’re beautiful,” she said, rewarded by one of those smiles that brought out her dimples, making her whole face seem to gleam with the same intensity as her hair.
It wasn’t very crowded, being a Monday night, but there were enough bodies on the dance floor to set the mood. Eve couldn’t remember the last time she’d been dancing. Certainly, it had been years. A lot of years. And to her surprise, she was having fun. She closed her eyes, hands in Josie’s as she danced, letting the music guide her. The bass boomed, heavy and rhythmic, thrumming through her body.
They danced until they were breathless and sweaty before moving to the bar, where Josie perused the drink menu with the intensity of a woman who served them for a living. Eventually, she chose a raspberry mojito, and Eve—curious because she’d never had one—ordered the same. The drinks arrived, a fruity pink but smelling of mint and lime. Eve took a cautious sip. “It reminds me of your Midnight in Manhattan.”
“It was loosely inspired by a mojito.”
“I like yours better,” Eve told her honestly. Something about the lemon and mint combo really worked for her. Or maybe it was the creator of the drink itself that worked for her. Either. Both. Who the hell knew at this point?
She leaned in and kissed her, tasting lime and mint on Josie’s lips. They scooted their stools closer together, knees interlaced as they sipped their drinks and kissed. Eventually, the mojitos were gone, and she and Josie were just kissing, hands on each other’s thighs, tongues tangling as they made out like a couple of teenagers.
Josie lifted her head, a giddy smile on her face. And then she was leading Eve back to the dance floor. With the added fuel of the mojitos driving them, they danced and danced, sometimes kissing, sometimes twirling and dipping each other, until Eve was smiling and laughing almost as much as Josie. Her heart felt light, which was mostly due to the flame-haired pixie in her arms, but also partly attributable to the alcohol swimming in her veins. Combined, she didn’t stand a chance.
Josie checked the time on her phone. “About an hour until the kittens need to be fed,” she said, loudly enough for Eve to hear her over the music.
Kittens. Right. Over the past week, Eve had finally gotten them out of her system, had quit thinking about feedings and schedules and weight gain. That was Josie’s responsibility now, one she’d never shirk, no matter how much fun she was having.
“One more dance,” Josie said, hands going to Eve’s hips.
“Two if we take an Uber.”
“You’re on,” she said happily, hips already moving to the beat.
They grooved together, bodies swaying in unison, mouths meeting in a never-ending kiss as one song became two and then three, before Josie finally pulled back, a kaleidoscope of disco lights dancing in her eyes. “Come back to my place?”
As if there had been any doubt. “Yes.”
Josie smiled as she led the way outside. Eve pulled up the app on her phone and requested a car, which would be there in two minutes. Night air washed over her skin, refreshing and cool. The city felt strangely quiet after the noise of the club. She and Josie stood close, just enjoying each other’s presence as they waited for the Uber to arrive. Eve’s ears were ringing from the music, her head swimming slightly from too much to drink.
“Thank you for tonight,” Josie said quietly. “I really needed that.”
Eve nodded. She’d had fun tonight too. Their car arrived, and they slipped into the backseat together, mostly quiet on the ride home. Josie asked their driver to let them out behind her building. She unlocked the back door and ushered Eve in ahead of her.
It had been a full week since she’d been up these stairs, a week since she’d been inside Josie’s apartment, and it felt as foreign as it did familiar, like a comforting habit she’d been denied in the interim.
Inside, Josie pressed her against the wall, kissing her with an intensity that put the rest of the evening to shame, tongue delving into Eve’s mouth as the desire that had been simmering between them all evening went up in flames.
“They’re still asleep,” Josie whispered against her lips. “We’ve got at least fifteen minutes, could probably make it thirty if we don’t wake them.”
“I like a good challenge,” Eve whispered back.
Then they were stumbling into the bedroom, fumbling with clothes, shoving down zippers and pushing up shirts. Finally, they were naked, bodies pressed together and hands groping as they kissed desperately. Eve could feel that she was already drenched in her own desire.
She pushed a hand between Josie’s thighs, finding her just as wet, making her gasp at the contact. Her hips began to rock, meeting the movements of Eve’s fingers, and then she was touching Eve back, completely scrambling her lust and alcohol-riddled brain. They moved together messily, hips rocking in a rhythm not unlike the one they’d shared on the dance floor as they drove each other toward release.
“Fuck,” Josie gasped, head falling against Eve’s neck, hips jerking as she sought more.
Eve moved her fingers harder and faster, giving Josie what she needed. She squeezed her eyes shut to keep the room from spinning, concentrating on keeping her shaky knees upright. Josie broke first, her cry muffled against Eve’s shoulder as she came, her pussy fluttering around Eve’s fingers. It was almost enough to send Eve over the edge with her…almost. She teetered on the precipice of release, her body coiled tight, every cell supercharged with energy, all centered in the throbbing need between her legs.
Josie lifted her head, a wicked smile dancing in her eyes as she moved her hands to Eve’s hips. And she could hardly breathe as her body begged,screamedfor Josie’s touch. Josie dropped to her knees, still gripping Eve’s hips firmly, holding her where she wanted her as she covered her with her mouth, andoh God, Eve couldn’t contain the needy cry that escaped her lips. Josie’s tongue swirled around her clit, so hot, so wet…
Eve saw stars behind her eyelids, her whole world distilled to the magic of Josie’s perfect mouth. She felt herself swaying, and then she was flat on her back on Josie’s bed, hips still moving, hands threaded deeply in Josie’s hair.
Oh God. Yes.
She gasped, so exquisitely aroused, the world could have been ending, and she wouldn’t have noticed. Her body ignited as Josie increased the suction of her mouth, pushing two fingers inside her. She curved them forward, hitting Eve’s G-spot, and that did it. She tumbled headfirst into one of the most intense orgasms of her life, release rushing through her in sizzling waves.
Josie sat back, wiping her mouth against the back of her hand as she met Eve’s gaze.Wow.Eve just lay there, panting as aftershocks of pleasure fizzed in her blood.
