Marin’s knees shook. Her core ached, and she could feel that her panties were soaked. Her pulse roared in her ears, and she felt so breathtakingly alive. If she could feel this much from a kiss, imagine how incredible it would be if they ever had sex?
Charlotte pinned Marin against the kitchen counter, clutching at every part of her she could reach. As she pressed closer, one of Marin’s thighs slid between her own, and she let out a surprised gasp when it pressed into her right where she ached.
Marin’s hands were on Charlotte’s ribs, tracing up and down in a way that lit Charlotte’s body on fire. She leaned forward, bringing their mouths back together. Their thighs were interlaced now. They were touching almost everywhere, and it was sensory overload. She loved kissing Marin, and who cared that she was a woman?
Charlotte certainly hadn’t come here intending to kiss Marin, but here they were, and ... she just couldn’t seem to stop. She didn’twantto stop. Charlotte sank her hands into the silky depths of Marin’s hair. She’d known plenty of passion in her life, but this was different. Everything felt softer in the most literal sense, but also, this wasMarin. This woman meant the world to her, and that made kissing her even hotter.
Marin had confessed to Charlotte how she’d yearned for this kind of passion, how many years she’d spent holding herself back. Now herhands were on Charlotte’s body, and Marin was making the sexiest sounds, gasps and whimpers, as if she was so turned on she was about to lose her mind.
Charlotte wanted to give her even more pleasure. She had no idea what she was doing, but kissing was kissing, right? And a woman’s body, well ... Charlotte knew whatsheliked. So she palmed one of Marin’s small breasts as she licked her tongue into Marin’s mouth, leaning her body into Marin’s. Marin’s eyes fluttered shut, her head falling back to expose the pale skin at her throat. That skin already sported a few blotches where Charlotte’s mouth had been, and she intended to leave even more before they were finished.
As she moved, Charlotte’s thigh bumped the juncture of Marin’s, and Marin groaned, grasping at Charlotte’s hips to bring her back there. Charlotte shifted her weight, this time intentionally pressing her thigh into Marin, giving her pressure where she needed it.
“Oh,” Marin whispered in awe, pressing her hips more firmly against Charlotte’s thigh. Her eyes were bright, her cheeks flushed, and as Charlotte watched, she rocked her hips just the tiniest bit. “Oh, that’s ...”
“Good?” Charlotte had had no idea how arousing it would be to watch Marin. The ache in her core was almost unbearable. Truly, she’d had no idea she could be this aroused from a little bit of making out. They’d barely even touched each other yet.
“‘Good’ isn’t a strong enough word.” Marin was panting for breath. She hooked her fingers through the belt loops of Charlotte’s jeans and dragged Charlotte even closer.
They fumbled against each other, both of them groping and grasping, frantically moving their hips in a clumsy attempt to find friction. Marin’s nose bumped Charlotte’s chin, drawing a startled laugh from them both.
“Remember that Sarah McLachlan albumFumbling Towards Ecstasy?” Marin’s eyes sparkled as she brought a hand against the bare skin on Charlotte’s lower back.
“Feels pretty accurate right now,” Charlotte agreed.
“Yes.” Marin spread her knees, inviting Charlotte to step between them.
Charlotte moved in, and Marin closed her thighs around Charlotte’s hips. Then they were kissing again, Marin’s hand on Charlotte’s back, holding her close while Charlotte slipped her fingertips into the back pockets of Marin’s jeans.
Nothing about this felt familiar, but everything about it feltgood. Great, even. Everywhere their bodies touched reminded Charlotte that she was kissing a woman. Even Marin’s lips felt different from a man’s. Her cheeks were so smooth, and while there was a tiny part of Charlotte’s brain that wanted to overthink this, wanted to freak out about what it meant, she was doing her best to live in the moment.
So what if she wasn’t straight? So what if she was falling for her best friend? How could that be anything but wonderful? Charlotte would think through the ramifications later. Right now, she just wanted to enjoy every moment of this incredible kiss.
She savored the feel of Marin’s tongue as it touched hers, Marin’s fingers on her skin, Marin’s heat where her hips met Charlotte’s. Charlotte pressed closer, and Marin rocked into her, making a little whimper that might have been the sexiest thing Charlotte had ever heard. Her clit throbbed as Marin’s movements pressed the seam of her jeans against it.
Charlotte couldn’t get any real traction in this position, but it was enough to get her pretty damn worked up. They moved against each other with increasing desperation.
Emboldened, Charlotte brought a hand between their bodies. She slid her fingers over the front of Marin’s jeans, cupping her over the denim, andfuckshe could feel the dampness of Marin’s arousal through her clothes. Marin’s hips jerked, and her breath hitched. She looked at Charlotte out of lust-glazed eyes, her pupils completely blown.
Charlotte had no idea what she was doing except that she loved every moment. “Mare?”
Marin slow-blinked. Her lips were swollen and glistening from Charlotte’s kisses. “Mm?”
“I love kissing you. I don’t know anything else about, well,anything, but I know that.”
“Same.” Marin’s voice was deep and raspy. One corner of her lips quirked in a smile. “Safe to say this means you’re not straight?”
“Yes,” she confirmed, but insecurity had begun to seep through the haze of arousal now that they were talking. “Although I don’t ... I don’t know what it means for me, label-wise.”
“That’s fine. No rush.” Marin cupped Charlotte’s cheek. “I’m just ... really happy.”
“Is that all you are?” Charlotte teased, even as her heart clenched at the adoring look on Marin’s face.
Marin let out a breathless chuckle. “No. I’m so fucking turned on, I’m about to lose my mind, but also ... really damn happy.”
“Did you want to kiss me?” Charlotte asked hesitantly. This was what she’d wanted to know when she knocked on Marin’s door, what she’d been dying to know since that first kiss. “Had you thought about it before I kissed you? Were you attracted to me?”
Marin looked away, drawing a deep breath. They were still pressed against each other, bodies melded together from chest to thigh, so Charlotte felt the tension seep into Marin now. “Yes,” Marin admitted quietly. “I was attracted to you. It’s probably why things didn’t work out with Laura, because how could I even look at her when I was absolutely obsessed withyou?”
