Shay looked up to the window, and Rosie’s breathing quickened at the vision standing before her. She curled her finger to encourage Shay to come closer. Rosie had no idea if this was going to turn into a regular casual thing, so she was determined to make the most of it now. She’d been pretty drunk the first time, and she wanted to appreciate Shay fully sober. She shook off the tiredness of the day, invigorated by the thought of getting her hands on Shay again, and buzzed her in.
Rosie opened the door then closed it. She didn’t want to seem too eager. But then, Shay had been the one to initiate this, so maybe eager was okay.
She opened the door again and leaned against the door jambbefore adjusting her satin nightshirt to reveal more cleavage. Rosie looked across the hallway. If her neighbor looked through his peephole, he’d get quite the show. She pushed away quickly and closed the door behind her.
What was the etiquette for these things? She’d had plenty of women who’d turned out to be one-night stands, but she’d never been a booty call before. Did they have drinks first? Should she have prepared some pre-sex nibbles for fuel? Would a cheese platter be sexy or stinky?
The light rap on the door interrupted her panic, and she opened it instantly, not stopping to think whether she should’ve made Shay wait or not. She chided herself. You didn’t make a woman like Shay wait foranything. “Hi, beautiful,” she said, willing the sexually aggressive version of herself back into her body.
Shay’s eyebrows quirked as she swept her gaze over Rosie’s body, making Rosie consider the reality of spontaneous human combustion.
“Hey.” Shay came in without invitation and closed the door behind her. She put her hands on Rosie’s hips and pushed her back against the wall. “Nice shirt,” she whispered and kissed Rosie’s neck.
“Are you hungry? I’ve got leftovers from last night.”
“I’m not hungry for food,” Shay said, her breath hot against Rosie’s skin.
No food. No conversation. Noted. She gasped when Shay raked her nails up her thighs and hooked her finger into the waistband of her lace panties.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day.” Shay slipped her hand into Rosie’s hair and tugged gently before kissing her hard and hot.
Rosie had been thinking about it since they’d parted on Sunday afternoon but saying that out loud was bound to be too eager. Then the feel of Shay’s full lips on hers melted any other thoughts away. And as Shay gently guided her down the hallway to her bedroom, Rosie didn’t want to think at all.
She just wanted to feel.
Rosie tilted her head slightly to enjoy the rear view of Shay as she padded to the bathroom completely naked. She bit her bottom lip and sighed contentedly. Aside from grasping the initial etiquette, booty calls were surprisingly simple. Rosie’s only concern now was how she could make them a regular occurrence. She slipped her hand under the covers to touch herself; she was deliciously sore—in a good way and not from overly long nails, which Shay had been quick to point out that she’d attended to—and she wanted more of that. Much more. Shay had stamina the likes of which Rosie had never come across. This time though, Shay hadn’t been interested in receiving, so Rosie had to call time out after she’d hit double figures in the orgasm department.
The toilet flushed, and Shay emerged from the bathroom to treat Rosie to a full-frontal delight.
“That was unexpected…and wild,” Rosie said, hiding her disappointment at Shay retrieving her discarded clothes and beginning to redress.
“In a good way?”
From the way she asked, it was clear Shay didn’t expect a negative response. Why would she? If their two encounters were indicative of Shay’s prowess, she’d probablyneverhad a negative response. “In averygood way.”
Shay shimmied into her skinny jeans and sat on the side of the bed. Rosie glanced at her phone; a photo of Shay half-naked would be perfect stimulation for future nights alone.
Shay grinned as if she’d read her thoughts. “Looking for a memento?”
“I’ll own that.” Rosie tugged at the back of Shay’s waistband. “I promise it’d just be for my own purposes.”
Shay scooted onto the bed and straddled her. “I take it youwouldn’t mind me coming back again?”
Rosie shrugged, affecting a nonchalance that her instant excitement threatened to bubble up and drown. “What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking this might work for both of us.” Shay sucked Rosie’s nipple between her teeth and nibbled lightly. “When we hooked up, you said you weren’t worried about it getting complicated.”
Rosie cupped Shay’s breasts in her hands and squeezed firmly. “I’m not. There’s nothing complicated about two adults wanting sex with each other, is there?”
Shay’s lips parted, and she moaned. “Not until the lesbian cliché kicks in, no.”
Rosie squeezed harder, and Shay pressed against her, making a guttural sound that drove Rosie wild. “I’m pretty sure my Mercedes doesn’t have a tow hitch. You don’t have to worry about that particular stereotype with me, I promise.”
Shay eased up and out of Rosie’s reach. “You’re not looking for forever?”
Rosie huffed. “From what I’ve seen, it doesn’t exist.” She stroked Shay’s thighs, enjoying the texture of the soft denim on her hands. If they were going to do this, she guessed honesty would be the best way forward, and if talking kept Shay straddled over her, half-naked, she was prepared to talk up a storm. “I won’t lie; I’ve been looking for my Princess Charming for a while, but I’ve kind of given up. Lori seemed happy enough for six years, and then the lawyer broke her heart. Ellery is in a toxic on-off relationship with a gold-digging?—”
“Who’s Ellery?”
