My eyebrows shot up in question, the word slipping out before I could stop it. “Fuzzy?”
“Like static electricity,” she said. “Buzzing. Alive. It’s hard to explain.” She rolled onto her side, meeting my gaze again. A low pull in my gut at the closeness of her body, at the movement on the mattress, brought me fractionally closer. I’d fallen under her spell.
Chloe stared at me, the emotion held in her green eyes unreadable as her gaze searched my face, lingering on my lips. For a moment, I was sure she might shut this down entirely. Pull back and call it another mistake.
She opened her mouth, and I prepared myself to hear the words, to take the blow.
Instead, she whispered, “It will be easier to show you.”
I blinked, trying to process what Ithoughtshe’d just said. One ofher hands rested on my knee as she shifted her weight forward, the skin-to-skin contact anchoring me to her. The other hand slid up my jaw, her face so close to mine, her hair brushed against my cheek, almost tickling. But I didn’t move a muscle, the cogs still turning, still catching up.
But when her lips finally met mine, I understood. My entire body buzzed, like the voltage was slowly increasing on an electric shock. It flowed through my body, the current under my skin, stretching right out to my very fingertips.
My hands pushed her hair back from her face, gliding down her sharp cheekbones, nudging under her chin and pulling her closer, deeper into me.
Chloe moaned against me, the noise vibrating through to my bones. She tasted sweet, just like I’d remembered. Her hands drifted around my body, pressing against the small of my back, fingernails pressing into the skin.
Lips moved against each other, my body pressing entirely against hers. She felt so delicate, so precious. I was almost worried she’d slip through my fingers again.
She lifted her lips from mine, the briefest of pauses, and her eyes had never looked so clear. “Did you feel it?”
“Y-yeah.” My voice was a rasp. “I did.”
30
Chloe
Casual—Chappell Roan
Imoved on top of her, kissing down her jaw, not stopping until I reached the crook of her neck. I sucked. I wanted to leave a mark. My mark, like I wanted people to know:Chloe Murphy was here.
It felt so right, her body against mine, like this was the destination we’d been hurtling towards this entire time. As if every disagreement, every fight we’d had was resolved with the press of my lips against hers.
I couldn’t stop myself from touching every inch of her. Like I was trying to catch up on everything I’d missed. My fingers skimmed down her side, pressing against her breast through her satin pj’s, catching her hard nipple in my fingers, rubbing softly.
How would she feel, her legs wrapped around my neck, over my shoulders, pulling me closer? Her hands between my thighs? How would she sound when she came? I wanted to know, immediately and all at once, greedy and enthusiastic for more and more of her.
I kissed further down the sliver of cleavage her buttoned shirt allowed, a little drunk on her body. Tilting my head up, her gaze caught mine, her brown irises nearly entirely black with lust. She looked unwound.
“Is this okay?” I asked, biting down on my eagerness, my fingers pausing at the buttons of her shirt.
When we kissed a year ago, it hadn’t come out of nowhere for me. I’d known I was attracted to girls as well as guys, but I hadn’t acted on it until Inés.
One kiss from her, and my world exploded.
I’d pretended that it hadn’t happened, the intensity of even the memory overwhelming. But since then, I’d tried to push the boundaries with my parents, breaking out of the cage I’d been in. Henrik had been a key, allowing Mom and Dad to relax their grip a little.
“Yes,” Inés replied, a half-looped smile curled on her lips.
Grinning, my fingers worked at the buttons. I was shaking slightly, nerves still burning off. Her shirt undone, I slid my hands under the silk, her bare skin so soft under my fingertips.
I’d been waiting and waiting for this moment since the storm, when I walked in on her changing. Longer maybe, remembering her in a bikini at the beach house, walking across the beach like some kind of siren.
My mouth found her breast, groaning loudly as my tongue flicked against the peaked nipple. She shuddered under me, arching her back. I slid my hand along her back, pressing against her spine and keeping her close. Inés knotted her fingers in my hair as I sucked harder, biting lightly with my teeth.
“Dios mío.” Her voice was breathless. I looked up, her head rolled back, eyes closed. Seeing her as weak for my touch as I was for hers was shocking and intoxicating. She was so beautiful, full eyelashes and sharp edges, but here she was, undone for me.
More. I wanted more. Needed more.
