“Do you always do this with contestants?” Lucy spoke, her breath hot and heavy against Skye’s mouth.
“Do you always ambush women while wearing nothing but a towel around your waist?” Skye asked, smiling crookedly.
Lucy grinned. “Touché.”
Skye moved back slowly and settled between Lucy’s legs. One hand slipped beneath Lucy’s right thigh, and she coaxed it over her hip. “Do you think you can stay quiet?” she asked. “Wouldn’t want any of the production team hearing us.”
Lucy couldn’t answer. Her head was spinning, her thighs parting even more as Skye shifted lower between them. It was almost too much. And yet not enough. Never enough.
“I’ll take that as a no,” Skye murmured, grinning against Lucy’s cheek. “Guess I’ll just have to keep your mouth busy.”
And she did.
The bachelorette kissed her hard. And while she did, Skye pressed a hand to Lucy’s stomach, holding it there for barely a second before she moved it up, over her torso, to her ribs until her hand came to rest between Lucy’s breasts. Lucy’s nipples were already peaked, the tips begging for Skye’s mouth to suck.But her mouth never came; it was too busy sucking on Lucy’s lower lip. Not that Lucy minded, especially not when Skye took one nipple between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed.
Lucy gasped. Every nerve ending lit up. Her skin became hypersensitive.
“I like that you’re sensitive there,” Skye said. But she didn’t continue with what was probably the best thing in the world. Instead, she moved her hand down Lucy’s thigh, all the way to that delicious wet spot right between her legs. Fingers swept across her folds, lovely soft, tender fingers. Lucy couldn’t help it; she pushed her hips forward, willing Skye to do more but at the same time being completely inept at doing anything herself. Skye was leading the dance. Lucy just had to follow along before she could give back.
When Skye finally dipped her head between Lucy’s thighs, Lucy’s entire body trembled. The word ‘fuck’ was ejected from her mouth when Skye’s tongue flattened out against her clit. And again, when it swiped at her folds, exploring the length of her in short, fast bursts followed by slow, agonizing sweeps.
Lucy opened herself more as her fingers reached for Skye’s red curls. And then she let out a moan that could probably be heard on the other side of the Pacific Ocean.
“Shh,” Skye said quickly, looking up. “I meant it when I said we have to be quiet.”
Lucy giggled. “Sorry,” she muttered, clamping her hand over her mouth. “I just can’t help it.”
Skye grinned. She then lowered her head once more. Her fingers dug into the sides of Lucy’s thighs, while her tongue moved in circles. This time, she moved her tongue over and over again until Lucy’s body shuddered, and the words ‘oh my god’ came out over and over again in breathy whispers.
Skye applied more pressure and then moved faster. She brought in a finger that dipped in and out of Lucy like a chip ina salsa dish. It was so fucking hot. In fact, it was the hottest sex Lucy had in a long time.
And then, all too quickly, it was over. An avalanche of sensations, followed by an explosion, and then nothing except for the breathy end of a climax.
“Your turn,” Lucy said when Skye came up for air, looking slightly dazed, and shockingly beautiful. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen, and her hair was a perfect mess.
And that was exactly what had happened. A blur of limbs and mouths and fingers.
It wasn’t much later when Lucy’s cheek was pressed to Skye’s shoulder and her one leg draped lazily across Skye’s thigh. The air smelled of salt and skin and something sweet, probably whatever perfume Skye wore that was now buried in the bedding.
Skye’s fingers traced shapes along Lucy’s back. “We should go,” she said, staring ahead. “We don’t want to be late for the group dinner.”
Crap. The group dinner. Lucy had completely forgotten about it. Her stomach twisted. How could she possibly go out there and pretend this didn’t happen? It was going to be nearly impossible to face the other contestants, especially Alexis and Amy, and look them in the eye. How could she not flinch seeing Skye flirt with someone else? “Do you think…” she hesitated. “Will this… will it change anything?”
Skye didn’t look at her. She simply slipped out from under Lucy and moved toward the edge of the bed. “No,” she said firmly. “It can’t. It won’t be fair to the other contestants. Especially this early in the show.” She glanced back at Lucy. “You can borrow a dress of mine. It will look worse if you’re caught naked with only a towel wrapped around your waist.”
Lucy nodded, feeling numb.
By the time she slipped out into the corridor with her towel in hand and a loose floral dress draped over her frame, she was unsure if she was walking back to the villa, or away from something she wanted a little too much.
Chapter Eleven
Skye had never been more aware of her own arms, or where to put them. She concentrated on not fidgeting with the rolled cuff of her silk shirt. How could she look casual, despite the fact that she could still taste Lucy on her tongue, and she could still smell her sweet, salty oceanic scent?
It had been nearly two hours since she’d kicked Lucy out of her room. It had been two hours since she’d scrubbed Lucy’s smell and her touch off her body. And now, Skye was sitting at the far end of the long, elegantly lit dining table set up by the water.
It was the group date, and the area was flanked by tiki torches and manned by servers in crisp white shirts and cream-colored dress pants. Amy sat to her right. She was mid-monologue about the benefits of kombucha. Skye nodded along with vague interest, barely listening. Across from the table was Cleo, who kept leaning over the table to add a few flirtatious comments. Every time she said anything, she made a point of showing off her cleavage. Her very lovely, very in-your-face cleavage. Beside Cleo was Tyler, and beside her was Nova. The two seemed to be in a very deep conversation.
And then, adjacent to Skye, three seats down, was Lucy.Their eyes hadn’t met. Not even once. Which, to be fair, was all Skye’s doing. She was actively avoiding Lucy. In fact, she was keeping as far away from her as possible.
