And Mara finally allowed herself to touch. She delved her hands into Kirby’s short wavy hair, held her to her breast, and arched toward her mouth. “Oh, no. I want you.I want you.”
That pinch of pain, the fast and furious thrust of fingers, the flick of a thumb on her clit—it shattered her. And she came harder than she ever had in her entire life.
CHAPTER
NINE
That had certainly been…something.
Kirby had screwed up. It wasn’t an unusual feeling for her after sex. She was kind of known for bungling things in that arena. Notorious for it even. As multiple TV shows had exhibited. But there was something extra messed up about it happening with Mara fucking May.
Mara hadn’t opened her eyes since she’d come. Kirby hadn’t even been completely sure that Mara was into women. Kirby had suspected—their weird, angry sexual tension wasn’t just in her head, obviously—but Mara’s sexuality wasn’t a topic she had spoken about in interviews. There were no rumors about her dating women.
Or anyone.
“Here, sit down.”
Mara jumped at Kirby’s voice, and her eyes flew open. They were so green up close. Unfairly green. Her face was blank.
“It’s okay,” Kirby said. She pulled Mara’s sweatpants back up for her. Mara swallowed hard and sank to the ground, and Kirby followed her down.
“Jordan borrowed my extra sunglasses. Then mine broke during training. I think that might be a bad omen.” Mara sounded dazed.
“All right.” Kirby nodded like that was relevant in any way.
“I was coming to get my extras. Jordan gave me her key card. I need them to ski. Superstition.”
“Sure.”
“Umm. Should I,you know?”
Leave?Kirby certainly hoped she didn’t. This was a disaster, but Kirby wasn’t ready for it to end.
“Should you what?”
“Reciprocate?” Mara’s lips twisted like she was uncomfortable, and Kirby nearly laughed. She stopped herself, but it was close.
“No. It’s fine.”
“Oh. If you don’t want me to, okay.” Mara’s chest rose with a quick breath. And another. God, she was so fucking pretty. “But I can. I don’t want to leave you…”
“Hanging?”
“Yes.”
Kirby should not touch her again. She absolutely should not. But she was going to.
She lightly touched Mara’s chin. Forced Mara to look at her. Mara let herself be led, and Kirby’s lizard brain lit up.
It had been so good. The fast, furious clash of their bodies had beenso good.
“I already got mine,” Kirby whispered. Mara’s breath sped up even more. “You listened, remember?”
“I’m sorry about that.” An apology. How novel. Neither of them had ever uttered those words to each other about anything.
And Mara’s voice was so, so soft it was almost impossible to hear. But Kirby could feel it, feel the words against her lips as she closed the distance completely.
Their lips barely brushed. A sweet, real kiss. Different than the aggression of the sex they’d just had. Mara trembled, and Kirby pulled back to watch.
