“Pick one.” Erin’s voice was rough, affected. The knowledge that Lia had done that to her made Lia wetter. Plus, that commanding tone…
Lia shuddered.
“Fine.” She tried to rock her hips, tried to break out of Erin’s grip, but Erin held fast. It was torture—but it also felt good. “I pick fucking.”
Still, Erin didn’t move—except to tilt her head to one side, considering. The intensity of her gaze was scorching.
“Did you hear me?”
“I heard you.” Erin squeezed her hips but didn’t release her iron grip. “But you’re still talking.”
“Because you’re—” At a raised eyebrow from Erin, Lia snapped her mouth closed.
“Good girl.”
Okay. That should have been condescending. Should have made Lia open her mouth again, indignant—but instead her hips twitched and she shivered, goose bumps erupting over her skin.
And Erin, goddamn her, noticed. Her eyes narrowed, cataloguing Lia’s every reaction as if she were studying an organism under a microscope. “Do you like that? Being told what to do?”
“I…” A denial leapt to Lia’s mouth, the response automatic, ingrained, before she hesitated.
She hadn’t been with many women, fumbling through her first teenaged encounters too quickly to think about what she liked—and what she didn’t. It hadn’t mattered when it was a short-lived fling.
Hannah had been her only long-term relationship, and the sex with her had always been vanilla. Unadventurous. And Lia had been in love and too content with what they had to ever consider asking for more. To push outside her usual comfort zone.
But the thought of Erin, holding her like this, whispering orders into her ear for her to follow, pulling her strings until they were taut and screaming for release made her ache.
“I don’t know,” Lia whispered, though it felt like a lie as soon as the words passed her lips. “I’ve never tried it.”
Erin’s gaze never strayed from Lia’s face. Her eyes had gone dark and hungry, with a predatory gleam to them that promised Lia a night she’d never forget. “Do you want to?”
This time, denial was the farthest thing from Lia’s mind. “Yes.”
Erin’s smile turned wicked. “Good.” She pressed that wicked smile to Lia’s lips, kissing her hot and hard as her hands released Lia’s hips to sneak beneath her Albion hoodie.
Beneath it, Lia was bare—after showering, she hadn’t seen the point in pulling on clothes she was going to take off at Erin’s anyway—and Erin groaned in unmistakeable approval. She palmed Lia’s breasts, then brushed her nipples with her thumbs until Lia’s back arched into her, causing the rocking of her hips against Erin’s thigh to quicken.
“Not yet.” Erin’s hands dropped back to her hips, slowing their rhythm.
Lia nearly sobbed. Five minutes in and she was wrecked, desperate, sure the first swipe of Erin’s fingers against her clit would send her tumbling over the edge.
Agonisingly slowly, Erin drew down the zipper of Lia’s hoodie until she finally tugged it off Lia’s shoulders and threw it over her shoulder.
As the cold air hit Lia’s bare skin, she shivered.
The heat of Erin’s gaze warmed her from the inside out, molten lava building in her stomach as it lingered on Lia’s breasts. “Turn around.”
Lia swallowed but obeyed, facing Erin’s front door, her hands resting lightly on the wood.
“Good.” Erin took Lia’s chin in her hand, turning her head enough to press their lips together.
The warm weight of Erin pressed her fully against the door, and Lia gasped at the shock of the cold against her overheated skin, her fingers curling against the wood.
“Can you be quiet?” Erin’s words ghosted over her neck and back as she kissed along the notches of Lia’s spine. “We wouldn’t want any of the neighbours coming to investigate, would we?”
Fuck.
Hands curved around Lia’s waist to undo the button of her jeans, and Lia kicked off her shoes so Erin could peel both them and her underwear down her legs. She wanted to turn around fully, wanted to see the look on Erin’s face, wanted to watch Erin worship her body, but she didn’t dare move.
