Sophie pressed forward, sinking her fingers into the honeyed depths of Jules’s hair, andoh, it was impossibly softer than she’d imagined, like silk between her fingers. “Feel free to keep exploring.”
“Okay,” Jules whispered as she brought her lips back to Sophie’s. She edged closer, hips bumping Sophie’s, hands skimming up and down her sides.
Sophie’s breathing was out of control, chest heaving as her body came alive beneath Jules’s touch. A restless anticipation grew inside her, but she held herself back, letting Jules move at her own pace. Sophie slid a hand down Jules’s back, toying with the hem of her sweater.
“Yes,” Jules mumbled as Sophie’s fingers slipped beneath her sweater, encountering endless soft, smooth skin.
She cupped Jules’s breasts over her bra, teasing her nipples until they hardened beneath the lace. Jules pressed closer still, needy sounds escaping her throat as her kisses grew steadily hungrier and more confident.
Sophie’s whole body hummed with awareness, a heady feeling she wanted to capture and cherish forever. Briefly, she wondered what would happen if Micki walked in on them like this, but Jules would need to buzz her in, so really, there was no reason for them not to spend the rest of the evening making out if they wanted to. They kissed and explored, mouths growing increasingly sloppy as the heat between them built.
Jules let out a sound of frustration as her hips pressed into Sophie’s, fingers grabbing at the beltloops of her jeans, trying to bring their bodies into alignment.
“Like this.” Sophie pushed her leg between Jules’s thighs, hands on her ass, guiding her.
Jules gasped, moving herself against Sophie’s thigh. Her eyes fluttered shut, mouth falling open in silent pleasure, and Sophie was so turned on, she could hardly stand it. This position wasn’t doing much for her, but the look on Jules’s face sure was.
“Sophie…” Jules’s voice was a whine, her fingers groping at Sophie’s sweater.
“Couch,” Sophie responded, nudging her in that direction.
Jules disentangled herself and stepped back, taking Sophie’s hand, but she led her to the bed instead of the couch, sitting on the edge of it and gazing up at Sophie with a lust-drunk expression.
Sophie put her hands on Jules’s shoulders and pushed her flat on the bed before climbing on top of her. She lowered her head, bringing their mouths together.
Jules gasped, fingers tugging at the waistband of Sophie’s jeans.
“I think maybe we should use the fact that Micki might show up at any moment as an excuse to keep our clothes on today,” Sophie said quietly.
Jules’s brow wrinkled, lips pursing as she considered Sophie’s words. “Only because of Micki?”
“Well, that, and I just…I don’t want to rush into anything you’re not ready for.”
Jules rolled her eyes. “I’m hardly inexperienced. Just because you’re the first woman I’ve been with…”
“Jules, can you honestly say you’ve thought this through?”
She huffed in frustration. “Well, no.”
“I rest my case.” Sophie lowered herself so that her body pressed against Jules’s from head to foot.
Jules groaned, and then they were kissing again, moving together on the bed as they familiarized themselves with each other’s bodies. Sophie popped Jules’s bra clasp, taking her bare breasts into her hands. They kept on like that, kissing and touching, until Jules was writhing beneath her, panting for breath.
Sophie could relate. She was fast approaching the point of no return, and since that wasn’t an option today, she rolled to the side, putting a little space between them. “We’d better slow this down before we lose control.”
Jules grumbled, lips swollen and glistening from their kisses. “I don’t like you right now.”
“Oh really? Because I thought we were getting along pretty well.” She leaned in for a quick kiss.
“Too well, I guess,” Jules told her with a goofy smile.
“It’s a problem,” Sophie agreed. They lay on their sides facing each other.
Jules reached out and tucked a curl behind Sophie’s ear. “So what are we going to do about it?”
Sophie blew out a breath, shivering with pleasure as Jules toyed with her hair. “I would never rush you or pressure you in any way, but for me to get involved with you, I need to know that you do plan to come out, at least to your closest friends and family.”
Jules nodded, swallowing hard.
