“That’s it.” This time, Erin kissed her thigh harder, making the muscle jerk beneath her lips. “Show me where you want me.”
“Fuck.”
Erin thought she could get used to hearing Lia so breathless—then chastised herself. That wasn’t what this was about. This was scratching an itch, getting something out of their system. There wouldn’t be a repeat performance, and that was for the best.
Using her grip on Erin’s hair, Lia directed Erin’s tongue back to her clit. There was a good distraction from Erin’s thoughts. All she wanted to think about right now was how incredible Lia tasted as she sank her hips lower, grinding herself against Erin’s mouth in earnest.
Content to let Lia set the pace, Erin slid her hands around to Lia’s ass, encouraging the rocking of her hips. She dug in her fingers, not caring if she left half-moon crescents on Lia’s skin. All she wanted was to listen to the catch of Lia’s breaths and those soft moans.
Lia moved faster, riding Erin’s tongue, her movements desperate, and when she tumbled over the edge, her head bowed and her thighs shaking against Erin’s cheeks, she was a sight to behold.
Coaxing her through the aftershocks, Erin would have happily tipped Lia over the edge a second time if not for her lifting her hips away and collapsing onto the bed beside her with an arm thrown over her eyes.
Erin wiped her chin. When Lia lifted her arm, Erin expected to see regret, or perhaps shyness, staring back at her. Instead, Lia’s gaze burned into her, eyes dark and still so full of desire.
Which was good, because Erin wasn’t ready for the night to end yet. If they were only going to allow themselves a single evening of indulgence, Erin wasn’t going to waste a single second of it.
Chapter 13
“Um, so are we going to talk about where the hell you were last night?” Cerys—thankfully—whispered the words as she settled onto the seat opposite Lia in the hotel’s restaurant, a full plate from the breakfast buffet in front of her.
Keeping her gaze focused on her own plate, Lia chased the scrambled eggs with her fork. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She aimed for nonchalance but wasn’t sure she achieved it. How could she be nonchalant about the fact that she’d spent the night wrapped in Erin’s arms? Lia was half convinced she’d dreamed it, but the ache in her thighs was a visceral reminder of how she’d spent her evening.
Namely, trading orgasm after orgasm with Erin until they’d both been too exhausted to continue.
But no way in hell was she telling Cerys that.
“You disappeared from the hotel bar.” Disapproval lined Cerys’s voice. “I assumed you’d gone back to our room, so imagine my surprise when I got there and found it empty.”
“I needed to clear my head. I went for a walk.” Knowing it would make her seem more truthful, Lia finally met Cerys’s gaze.
Disbelief was written across her face. “All night?”
“No. I don’t remember what time I got back, but I was quiet. You slept through it.” That wasn’t a lie, at least. Knowing Cerys was a heavy sleeper, Lia had inched her way into the room and crept into her bed at four. And not wanting to face her—and her inevitable questions—Lia had set an early alarm so she could slip into the shower and be one of the first to breakfast.
Apparently, her plan for that had been foiled.
“That’s funny, because when I woke at three a. m. you still weren’t back. Where did you go?”
Lia shifted in her seat, deeply uncomfortable and thankful the room was relatively quiet. A handful of their other teammates had surfaced, but none were sat nearby. “Look, don’t worry about it, okay? I needed to blow off some steam, so I went out.”
“Oh my God.” Cerys’ eyes widened. “Did you get laid? Who with? Tell me everything!”
“Will you keep your voice down?” Lia hissed, fighting the urge to glance over her shoulder and praying Erin was still safely tucked in bed.
“Why? Don’t tell me it was someone I know. Have you not learned your lesson?”
Forcing herself not to wince, Lia instead opted for outrage. “Of course not! I’m not an idiot. The details don’t matter, all right? I don’t want to talk about my sex life over breakfast.”
“You’re so boring.”
“That’s me. Boring and vanilla.” Lia reached for her mug of coffee, hoping she’d done enough for Cerys to keep her mouth shut.
“I hope the sex wasn’t.” Cerys sniggered at her own joke. “Was this the first person you’ve been with since Hannah?”
“Yeah, actually.” Hannah had been the furthest thing from Lia’s mind last night, but Cerys was right: Lia hadn’t been with anyone else in over three years. When she’d considered putting herself out there again, a one-night stand hadn’t been part of the plan, but she didn’t regret it.
“Must’ve been good.” Cerys wiggled her eyebrows.
