The black-and-white cat on the bed went perfectly with the decor, but before Audrey could say so, the cat had glared at them and run off. Audrey was going to get the full scoop on both the cat and the art later, but first ...
As she’d done in the classroom, Audrey gripped Michelle’s blazer and yanked her up against Audrey’s body. “Do you have any idea how many fantasies I’ve had about this blazer?”
Michelle slow-blinked, her mouth forming the word “no,” although no sound left her lips.
“A lot. Too many to count. I love you in tweed so fucking much.” She ran her hands over it before sliding the jacket off Michelle’s shoulders, baring the simple white top she wore beneath. It didn’t escape her notice that Michelle was dressed in black, gray, and white today, just like her home, but that was another observation for later.
Because right now, her gaze had settled on the hard points of Michelle’s nipples, visible through her bra and shirt. Audrey circled one, then the other with her finger, and Michelle’s eyes fluttered shut, her chest heaving below Audrey’s touch.
Michelle’s blouse scooped low enough in the front to reveal her collarbones, which were works of art all their own. Audrey traced them with her fingers before repeating the action with her tongue. Michelle’s smooth skin tasted vaguely of salt.
“Audrey ...” Michelle sounded like she could hardly breathe. Her hands clenched around Audrey’s waist, holding on for dear life.
“Shh. I’ve got you.”
And Audrey reached for the zipper on her pants.
Michelle was about to lose her mind. Audrey’s fingers brushed against the sensitive skin on her stomach as she lowered Michelle’s zipper, and she let out an embarrassingly needy sound, her hips arching into Audrey’s touch. Good lord, it had been so long since she’d been touched by anyone but herself, even longer since anyone had lit her on fire like this.
Right now, Michelle’s body existed solely to want, toneed, and oh how she needed. Her core ached with it, and her blood felt like it had been electrified, shooting sparks through her veins. She trembled, nearly undone by the brush of Audrey’s fingertips as they traced patterns over Michelle’s bare skin.
It was exhilarating and sodifferentfrom what she was used to. Michelle hadn’t slept with anyone new since she was in her early twenties ... over twenty years since she’d been with anyone but Kelly.
“Okay?” Audrey murmured against her neck.
Michelle realized her body had tensed up when Kelly entered her thoughts. She nodded a bit desperately, clutching Audrey against her. “I ... it’s just ... it’s been a long time, areallylong time since I’ve been with anyone new. It’s a bit overwhelming.”
“Do you want to slow down?” Audrey’s hand, which had been inside Michelle’s trousers, retreated. “Or we could talk first, if you like.”
“No. We can talk later. Just ...” She blinked, focusing on Audrey over the haze of arousal that had overtaken her body. “Kelly and I met at uni. That’s how long it’s been.”
“That’s a long fucking time.” Audrey was kissing her collarbones again, and it was almost more than Michelle could take.
“Such a long time.” She inhaled harshly as Audrey trailed a finger over the front of her underwear. Michelle was already so wet,achinglywet. Could Audrey feel it? “Please don’t make me wait any longer.”
“I won’t,” Audrey whispered, her lips warm and damp against Michelle’s neck. “And just so you know, I’ve been tested recently. I’m good to go.”
“Oh.” Michelle swallowed, trying to think past the need throbbing in her core because, yes, this was an important conversation, one she hadn’t had in so long she’d almost forgotten. “I’ve been tested, too, since my divorce, and there hasn’t been anyone since.”
“Good,” Audrey murmured.
Michelle’s trousers were on the floor almost before she realized what was happening. Audrey rubbed her over her underwear, and Michelle let out a noise she didn’t even recognize as coming from her own throat. She was dangerously close to losing control.
Desperate, she reached for Audrey. Her dress still clung to her shoulders, gaping open in the back from where Michelle had unzipped it. She pushed at the fabric on Audrey’s shoulders, and the dress slipped to the floor, leaving Audrey in a flesh-toned bra and gray cotton underwear.
Somehow, seeing Audrey in her everyday underwear—an unmatched set—felt even more intimate. It spoke to how spontaneous this encounter was.
“Gorgeous,” Michelle whispered.
“So are you ... and overdressed.” Audrey lifted Michelle’s top, sliding it up and over her head. Now they were both in their bra and underwear. Michelle’s was seamless and black, not the sexiest set she owned, but the way Audrey was looking at her, she had never felt more desirable.
It was a heady feeling. So heady that Michelle felt herself unfastening her own bra. It dropped to the floor, and before she could lose her nerve, she dropped her knickers too.
“God, Michelle, you arestunning.” The look in Audrey’s eyes backed up her words, and it was almost more than Michelle could take.
Then Audrey’s hands were on Michelle’s naked body, scratching lightly against her skin, and Michelle couldn’t think of anything except how arousing it was and how badly she needed more. She looked down, her gaze catching on the turquoise ring on Audrey’s middle finger, thesame ring from her fantasy, and now it was on her body.Oh, this was going to be even better than she’d imagined ...
She nudged Audrey toward the bed and pushed at her shoulders so Audrey landed flat on her back, legs slightly parted. Somewhere between the university and Michelle’s bedroom, her ponytail had come loose. Now honey-brown hair spilled messily around her face.
