Her stomach fluttered and flipped at the feeling of Eve’s hand sliding from her shoulder to the back of her neck to hold her close as Eve’s mouth opened beneath hers, inviting her to deepen the kiss. She stroked Eve’s chest with the backs of her fingers as she slid her tongue against Eve’s, delighting in the warmth of her skin as she matched her caress to the languid rhythm of their kiss. The world around them blurred as she surrendered to the electric, idle play of Eve’s fingers through her hair and the passion building between them.
They’d shared too many kisses to count over the last few days, but this one was her favorite so far, and her heart ached as she realized that, come tomorrow night, Eve would be gone and this magic they’d found would disappear with her. Everything had happened so fast and had felt so right that she’d never stopped to think about the fact that this wasn’t permanent.
But she wanted it to be.
God, she wanted it to be like she’d never wanted anything in her life.
She whimpered into Eve’s mouth as she looped her arm tighter around Eve’s waist and poured her heart into the kiss, desperate to convey without words that she didn’t want to lose her.
That she didn’t want this to end.
But this wasn’t the time or the place for those confessions, so she let the press of her lips and the swirl of her tongue avow the wishes and hopes and promises she held in her heart instead.
She was dizzy from the sheer perfection of it all when Eve broke away with a low, trembling groan, and she held her close as Eve pressed her forehead to her cheek as she struggled to catch her breath.
“Aspen,” Eve whimpered, her voice high and breathless and wrecked in a way that made Aspen think that maybe, just maybe they were on the same page.
Before she could respond, though, Jack and Lydia twirled past with a laughing, “Get a room!” and she sighed as she turned her head to drop a chaste kiss to Eve’s forehead. “Sorry, I got carried away.”
Eve huffed a little laugh. “Don’t you dare apologize for kissing me like that.” She pulled back to look up at her with a dazzling smile. “That was…everything.”
“It really was,” Aspen whispered as she touched their foreheads together. She stroked the soft skin over Eve’s heart and sighed. Later, she’d broach the idea of them maybe trying to build a future together, but for now she’d make do with enjoying the time they had left. She nuzzled Eve’s cheek and used her hold on Eve’s waist to guide her into a slow, easy spin before settling into a loose box step.
They’d danced just enough earlier for her to know that while Eve might not be comfortable letting loose in a club, she had a superb command of the ballroom disciplines, and she smiled when Eve’s hand drifted back to her shoulder as she took the lead.
“Are you going to put me through my paces again?” she teased as their steps became crisper and Eve led her into a spin.
Eve’s eyes sparkled with laughter as she whipped them into another spin, this one tighter and faster than the last. “Are you telling me that you don’t like it?”
“Mm, definitely not. You can put me through my paces anytime you—” Aspen broke off as they crashed into somebody.
“Oh my god,” Eve stammered. “I’m so sor—”
Aspen arched a confused brow to see what it was that had caused Eve’s apology to die off, and rolled her eyes when she saw that the people they’d hit were Jack and Lydia. “Why are you guys just standing there?”
“Darling.” Eve gently took Aspen’s chin to turn her head toward the far side of the dance floor. “Look.”
Aspen’s eyes widened when she finally saw what had grabbed everyone else’s attention. Kit had two hands on Sadie Andrews’ ass and was kissing her like she had every intent of taking her right where they stood. “Oh wow.” She cleared her throat and stole a glance at Lydia to see how she was handling this development. She didn’t think the pair would extend their fun beyond the weekend, but still…
Her concern was unwarranted though, as Lydia laughed and smacked Jack in the stomach hard enough that he doubled-over with a grunt. “Told you she’d go for one of us.”
Aspen shook her head. “One of who?”
“Me or Kit,” Lydia answered in a voice dripping withduh.
“I’d’ve thrown my hat into the ring if needed,” Jack added, rubbing his stomach and scowling playfully at Lydia as he straightened, “but we figured we’d start with the people who actually enjoy fucking women.”
Aspen blinked at them. “Why in the hell…?”
Lydia laughed. “She didn’t look too happy with the douche when he came storming back to their table after his little run-in with you by the bar before Ms. White Knight, here, jumped to your rescue.”
While Aspen wanted to know how that spiraled into Kit making out with Sadie, she couldn’t resist interjecting, “Eve didn’t need rescuing. She handled her mother masterfully all on her own.”
“Mm, and now you want her to handle you masterfully,” Lydia drawled, winking at Eve, “but that’s beside the point.”
Aspen blushed, and was glad she was saved from having to respond when Eve chuckled, “God, I’d forgotten how incorrigible you are when you’ve had champagne.”
“Anyway,” Jack picked up the tale, “so Lyds made a comment that blondie just needed a good fuck to remind her that she could do better than the douche. And then her and Kit kinda made a bet to see who could tempt her first.”
