Eden smiled as she freed herself from Anna’s embrace. “I’m glad, but speaking of Paris, I need to change before she’s back to tell us the car is here.”
“Fine.” Anna fake pouted.
Eden lifted her eyebrows as she began to strip right there in front of Anna, and Anna wasn’t pouting anymore. She watched hungrily as Eden shimmied out of that gold dress and hung it carefully on the rack by the door. She put on leggings and an oversize T-shirt and then went into the bathroom to freshen up.
Anna pulled out her phone and started looking at fan photos from tonight’s show, but when Eden came out of the bathroom, they were on each other again in a heartbeat. This time, it was Anna who wound up pressed against the wall as Eden kissed her greedily. Anna slid her hands beneath Eden’s T-shirt, cupping her over her bra. She wedged a thigh between Eden’s, and Eden immediately began to move against her.
They kissed and groped, completely lost in the pleasure of each other’s bodies. Anna was so turned on, she was seriously considering whether she had time to finish what she’d started. Eden was grinding against her thigh, eyes shut, and based on her increasingly desperate whimpers, she was just as worked up. Anna reached for the waistband of her leggings.
And then Paris knocked.
Eden let out a low groan. “Dammit.”
“Hold that thought,” Anna said as she disentangled herself from Eden. “Your room or mine?”
“Mine,” Eden answered, cheeks pink as she took several deep breaths and smoothed out her clothes. “I need a shower, but I also needyou.”
“Joint shower?” Anna suggested hopefully.
“I love the way you think.” Eden gave her another quick kiss and then led the way out of her dressing room. It was like flipping a switch, the way she was able to slide her stage face into place. Other than her flushed cheeks, there was no indication she’d been close to coming in Anna’s arms a minute ago.
If Paris suspected, she didn’t give any indication. She looked as professional as her boss as she led them down a hallway to the car, where Kyrie and Taylor were waiting for them. They got into the car like they had every night of the tour, with Taylor sitting in front beside the driver, Paris and Eden in the middle row of seats, and Kyrie and Anna in back.
Anna looked at her assistant, realizing she hadn’t told her own team about her relationship with Eden yet. She hadn’t expected Eden to beat her to it, but this wasn’t the moment. She’d do it tomorrow. As they drove, Kyrie and Paris gave them a rundown of tomorrow’s schedule, and a few minutes later, they pulled up to the hotel.
Taylor escorted them both to Eden’s door, her expression betraying nothing. She wished them good night and then closed the door to the room behind them.
“Does she know too?” Anna asked as she threw the dead bolt on the door.
“I don’t honestly know,” Eden said. “But if she doesn’t know yet, she will by tomorrow. I gave Paris permission to tell her and Stella.”
“You are really the coolest newly minted lesbian ever, you know that?” Anna backed her across the room, loving the way Eden’s breath caught as Anna cupped her over her pants. She could feel Eden’s heat through the thin fabric.
“God, Anna.” Eden’s voice was hoarse as she tugged her shirt over her head. “You have no idea how close I was in the dressing room. I need younow.”
“How serious are you about that shower?” Anna asked as she began to strip out of her own clothes.
“How much do you care if I’m sweaty and gross from two and a half hours onstage?” Eden cocked an eyebrow, already down to her bra and panties. Indeed, Anna could see the sweat dampening her skin, but she thought it looked delicious.
“I don’t care in the slightest, but shower sex does sound fun.”
“Solid point.” Eden popped the clasp on her bra and tossed it to the side, then tugged her panties down her legs, and Anna couldn’t help herself. She tugged Eden against her, sliding a hand between her thighs. “Fuck,” Eden moaned, her hips jerking against Anna’s hand. She was so wet.
Anna’s core clenched in anticipation. She stroked Eden as she stepped her backward toward the bathroom. Eden stumbled, and they were both giggling by the time they staggered into the bathroom, drunk off their need for each other.
Eden started the shower while Anna discarded her underwear, and they stepped inside, kissing and touching, both of them clumsy with desire. Anna’s gaze settled on the detachable showerhead.
“Want to play?” she asked as she reached for it.
“Hmm?” Eden looked up, pausing with one hand on Anna’s breast, the other on her hip. “Oh.”
Anna held the nozzle over their heads, wetting their hair and bodies. Eden slicked her hands with soap and ran them over Anna’s body, paying special attention to her breasts. Once they were soaking wet, Anna turned the nozzle so that it cascaded over Eden’s breasts, running down her stomach, which visibly tensed beneath the spray.
Eden threw her head back with a cry. “Please.”
God, Anna loved it when she begged. She loved watching Eden get so worked up that she lost control. Anna directed the spray lower, and Eden’s hips bucked. She whimpered, eyes sliding shut in pleasure. Anna couldn’t wait to watch her come.
And then, before she’d realized what was happening, Eden had snatched the showerhead from Anna’s hand. She pressed Anna’s back against the cold tile, her eyes gleaming with intention as she aimed the nozzle at Anna’s breasts, teasing her until it was Anna’s turn to beg.
