“You two have fun,” Jon says as he walks backwards to the car.
“Oh, we will,” I call out to him, every word dripping in innuendo.
“Ha! Never change, Pia.” He blows me a kiss.
“Buy some new socks!” I yell.
“Will do. And you watch out for those pesky feelings!” he shouts back, and then he’s in the car and slamming the door shut.
“What was that about?” Cassie asks with a frown.
“Nothing,” I say, and before she can see the colour in my own face, I turn and drag my two suitcases into her house.
The door has barely closed behind her before I’m on Cassie again.
“I want you,” I say before she’s even kissing me back.
“My God, Pia, I’ve missed you so much,” she says with a sigh.
Her hands get lost in my hair as I make her walk backwards towards her stairs. We pass her music room on the way, and I’m flooded with both memories of me eating her on the piano and the way she sang ‘Trying to Forget You’ to me.
It’s still so foreign to me to feel both desireandaffection for someone. For the same person. It threatens to knock me off balance as we reach the staircase, but I don’t let it. Instead, I dig deep, find all the physical strength my body has after three weeks on the road and far too many cans of Coke and cigarettes, and I bend down and scoop my arm under Cassie’s legs.
“Jesus, Pia, what—” she exclaims, but then I’m kissing her again. I keep my mouth on hers as I carry her up the stairs and into her bedroom. It’s an effort, and I’m pretty sure I pull something in my back as I throw her on the bed, but it’s also a fucking gift. It’s also what I want to do one hundred more times in my life. No, a thousand.
She pushes up on her elbows and stares back at me. “Pia,” she says, out of breath just like me. “You look…”
“Hungry?”
“Yes.”
“And happy?” I ask because I have never known such happiness. I have never before felt happiness pulse in every cell of my body. Just to be in the same room as her. Just to be breathing the same air. Just to have her looking up at me like I am the sun rising after the darkest night.
“Yes,” she says, and her own smile grows. “You look very happy.”
“Are you?” I ask because that is the only threat to my happiness in this moment.
“Pia, I feel like I’ve waited a whole lifetime for this moment, not just three miserable weeks.”
I climb on top of her. She instinctively opens her legs to make space for me. Keeping my arms straight, I hover above her.
“Have you really been miserable?” I ask.
“Like you wouldn’t believe,” she says, but her smile betrays her. And I know exactly what she means. That bittersweet sense of something missing, something to mourn, but also the undeniable thrill of having someone to miss, someone to live for.
“Kiss me,” I say in response, because I have pounced on her twice in the last half hour and now I need her to show me just how much she wants me.
Her hands are quick to cradle my face, and I am yanked down onto her. Our mouths find each other and I lose myself in kissing her.
So hot, so wet, so sweet, I almost forget that there is more to Cassie than her mouth. I’m so consumed with the joy of our dancing tongues that I forget I can have more, untilmoreis all I want.
I sit up, straddling Cassie, and I pull my leather jacket and T-shirt off. I’m not wearing a bra, and Cassie’s eyes immediately light up as soon as she sees my breasts. I shift to the side so I can pull my jeans and underwear off, and I give Cassie enough space to do the same.
A minute later, I’m back on top of her, sitting on one of her thighs, and she is gloriously naked. We are both gloriously naked.
I grab her tits with both my hands. I squeeze. I pull. I pinch her perfect pink nipples. I shove my hand between her legs, and she is wet, so fucking wet.
“Have you been like this since I left you?” I ask as I bring my fingers to my lips and taste her.
