Her eyes popped open, and she blinked into the darkness, confused and disoriented. Her fingers were clenched in the sheets. Her heart was pounding, and arousal pulsed in her core. She rolled over, checking the time on her phone as she gathered her wits. It was three fifteen in the morning, and she was apparently having sex dreams about Sophie now.
“What in the world,” she murmured as her thighs pressed together uncomfortably. If only she’d woken just a minute later… She rolled toward the wall, closing her eyes, but memories of the dream lingered behind her eyelids, and dammit, she was throbbing.
She pushed a hand into her underwear, gasping as her fingers slid through her wetness. Her hips arched instinctively, seeking more friction. She circled her clit, imagining it was Sophie’s hand, Sophie’s fingers, Sophie whispering dirty words in her ear. Jules whimpered, stroking herself faster. She rolled to her stomach, thrusting her hips against her hand, Sophie’s name on her lips as she tumbled over the edge. Her body stiffened as the orgasm swept through her, and then she collapsed, exhausted, against the bed.
She lay there, eyes closed, as her breathing slowed and her pulse returned to normal. And then, sated, she drifted back to sleep.
The next time she woke, the room had started to brighten with dawn and the alarm on her phone was chiming. Groaning, she reached over and silenced it. As she flopped back in bed, one arm thrown over her eyes, her mind drifted to the dream. Had that really happened? Well, she’d either dreamed the first part or all of it, and wow, that was…unusual.
She honestly couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a sex dream about anyone. Apparently, kissing Sophie yesterday had fully awakened her bisexuality, because as she got up and stepped into a hot shower to get ready for another day of rehearsals, she found herself wondering what sex with a woman would be like. And more specifically, what sex withSophiewould be like, what her hands would feel like on Jules’s skin, what kind of lover she was, how she sounded when she came.
Jules swiped a hand over her face, washing away the soap and attempting to cleanse her brain at the same time. She couldnotfantasize about Sophie like this. If she kept it up, she was going to make things awkward between them at the theater. And they had to work together for months to come.
To change the subject in her suddenly sex-starved brain, she mentally ran lines as she finished getting ready. The only problem was, Bianca was as obsessed with kissing a girl as Jules was. Perfect, really. She’d become her character.
“Ridiculous,” she muttered under her breath as she bundled into her coat and headed for the door. It was just a dream. She and Sophie were just friends.
Weren’t they?
Because maybe there’d been a bit of a…vibe between them last night at Dragonfly. There’d been a few moments that could have been flirty. Or not. Jules usually had pretty good intuition for when a guy was interested in her. But women were harder to read, or maybe she just didn’t know how to read them yet.
Maybe everything she was feeling was just a reaction to kissing a woman for the first time. It might not have anything to do with Sophie at all. The kiss had made her curious about sex with a woman, so she’d dreamed about it. That was all. Mystery solved.
Blowing out a relieved breath, she walked briskly down the sidewalk, eager to get to the theater and out of the cold morning air. At this point, she’d lived more than half of her life in New York, but Miami was still in her blood, because she could never seem to get warm here in the wintertime.
She went in through the theater’s back door and headed downstairs to her dressing room, unraveling her scarf as she walked. She put away her coat and left her bag on the sofa, closing the door behind her as she left.
“Hey.”
She turned at the sound of Sophie’s voice to see her walking down the hall toward Jules, morning coffee in hand. Andwhoa, Jules’s whole body went haywire at the sight of her. Her heart thudded inside her chest, and a jolt of electricity sparked in the pit of her stomach. “Good morning.”
“How are you today?” Sophie asked, giving her an inquiring look that was probably in reference to everything they’d talked about yesterday, but Jules’s mind was still in fantasyland, and she felt a hot blush spread across her cheeks.
She averted her gaze, leading the way to the stairs. “I’m fine. You?”
“No complaints.”
They were the first two to arrive on stage. Jules darted a glance at her, and there it was again. Heat. Awareness. Oh, this was going to be a problem. When she’d been attracted to a woman in the past, it had often been more akin to a crush. She’d never felt anything this intense. It was like their kiss had unleashed something inside Jules, and now there was no reining it in.
Amir joined them on stage. “Morning, ladies.”
“Morning,” Jules said, smiling at him over her shoulder.
“Hey, are we still running lines at your place again on Sunday?” he asked.
“Yes! I meant to bring it up yesterday, but I got distracted. Yes, definitely.”
“Cool,” he said. “Looking forward to it.”
“Are you coming?” she asked Sophie.
“Yeah, of course,” Sophie said. “It was a lot of fun last weekend.”
Jules had no idea whether she was imagining the awkwardness between them this morning. Maybe she was the only one feeling awkward. Maybe for Sophie, this was just any other morning. She probably hadn’t had a sex dream about Jules last night…
Her cheeks were flaming again.
“Are you okay?” Sophie asked, giving her a funny look.
