Lily unhooked Eva’s bra and tugged it off, pressing on her shoulders until Eva was on her back with Lily hovering above her, setting her mouth on her skin. She found a spot on Eva’s neck that made her breath tremble when Lily traced it with her tongue, discovered Eva’s nails would bite into her hips if Lily scraped her teeth over her collarbones.
A knock sounded on the door and Lily froze, her lips pressed against the side of one of Eva’s breasts and her heart thundering in her ears.
“Lily?” Paige’s voice sounded through the wood, and Lily cursed—she’d forgotten about drinks.
“Ignore it,” Eva said, her voice ragged, her hands splayed at the small of Lily’s back.
“Just checking you’re all right,” Paige continued. “We were supposed to meet half an hour ago.”
“I’m fine, Paige!” Lily called over her shoulder, ignoring Eva’s glare as she pushed herself off her lap. Lily let her dress fall to the floor and shrugged into the oversized shirt she slept in.
“Sorry,” Lily said, running a hand through her hair and opening the door a crack, blocking any view into the room with her body, conscious of Eva, topless, within. “I should’ve texted you. I’m feeling a headache coming on—I think I might have an early night.”
“Oh, okay.” Paige looked disappointed. “Are you sure you’re all right? You look flushed.”
Flushed, from the heat of Eva’s mouth, her lips kiss-swollen and her chest heaving. Lily cleared her throat, praying Paige remained oblivious. “I’m good.”
For a moment, Lily thought Paige was going to press, to linger, but then she nodded and took a step back. “Okay. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Have a good night!” Lily said, her voice strained, and she collapsed against the door to close it once Paige had gone.
That was close. What would Paige and the others say, if they knew why Lily had blown them off?
They’d understand, Lily decided, if they could see Eva now: her eyes dark and wild, her hair mussed from Lily’s fingers, her chest bare, breasts rising and falling with every shallow breath.
“We should talk about this,” Lily said, able to think more clearly without her hands on Eva’s skin.
Not that Lily was unaffected, her gaze skittering over the planes of Eva’s stomach as she pushed herself up on her elbows.
“Do you think that’s a good idea?”
“None of this is.”
“Finally,” Eva said, lips curving into a smirk. “Something we agree on.”
“I think we agree on a lot of things.” It was a bad idea, to sway closer. A bad idea, to retrace her footsteps, to hover in front of Eva on the bed, just out of reach. “But you don’t like to admit it.”
Eva didn’t move, looking up at Lily through her lashes. “I don’t like to admit many things when it comes to you,” Eva said, her voice soft, and Lily’s breath caught, because that might be the most honest thing Eva had ever said to her.
“Like what?”
Eva shook her head, and Lily knew, as Eva pushed herself upright, that was all the honesty Lily was going to get from Eva that night. And she could push, she could press, she could send Eva skittering away, back behind her walls, or—
Lily could let Eva curl her hands around Lily’s thighs and tug her closer. Lily could let Eva’s mouth cover her own in a hot slide. Lily could let her hands fall to the zipper of Eva’s slacks and tug them down her legs, sink to her knees and spread Eva’s thighs as she settled between them.
They should talk about this, Lily thought, as Eva fisted her hands in Lily’s hair when she licked a broad stripe along Eva’s sex. But this was its own kind of surrender.
They had tomorrow, to ruin it with words. They had tomorrow, to weigh themselves down with regret.
But here and now, with Eva scratching her nails over Lily’s scalp, with Eva rocking her hips against Lily’s mouth, with Eva’s taste—rich and sweet—exploding on her tongue, the only sound Lily needed to hear was Eva moaning her name.
* * *
Eva stared at the ceiling, the soft sound of Lily’s breathing filling her ears.
Eva was a poor sleeper at the best of times—never mind when she’d spent the better part of the night wrapped around someone she wasn’t supposed to like, no matter how many orgasms she might have gotten out of it. Lily seemed to have no such qualms—she’d passed out over two hours before and slept soundly since.
Eva sighed, rolling onto her side and studying Lily’s face in the darkness, knowing she only had herself to blame. She was the one that had started this. Why was kissing Lily Cross a temptation Eva couldn’t seem to resist?
