“I want to know what you imagined,” She whispered.
“I imagined you in front of me, him behind me. Both of you wanting me. Touching me. Telling me I was yours.”
“You are.” She said, scooting back on her chair and bending at the waist until I could feel her breath on my bare thigh.
I tipped my head back to stare at the ceiling, forcing my hips to stay still and not rock up toward her face.
She dragged her tongue up my flesh, tasting the chocolate that she trailed there. The closer she got to my panties, the more my legs spread as I leaned back in my chair. And that was all it took.
“Please, Rhea.” I begged, giving in to my desire and throwing my reservations to the wind.
She spread my legs wider and rubbed her nose against my panties before we were both moving in a rush and tangle of limbs.
I ended up sitting on the table with her standing between my legs. Her hand was in my hair; her lips were on mine. I pulled the one button of her cardigan free and ripped it off her body before I leaned in and kissed that spot she pointed out earlier.
I dragged my tongue across her collarbone, up her neck, nibbling and kissing my way. One of her hands moved to the back of my head, the other was on my hip, and then she laid me down on the table.
I pulled my hair free of its clip as she undid the buttons on my dress, revealing my white lace panties and bare chest to her hungry eyes for the first time. “You’re breathtaking, Marigold.”
Her words were like a prayer, whispered in reverence as her finger dipped back into the chocolate. I tried to lie still but struggled as she painted it across one of my nipples, and then down below my belly button.
“Rhea.”
"Shh," she whispered, leaning down to slowly suck it from my nipple, causing me to writhe beneath her. “You promised me dessert.” Biting down on my nipple, she looked up at me. “Let me eat my dessert.”
“Fuck.” I cursed, curling my hands into fists on the hard wooden table to keep from begging her again as she licked the chocolate trail down to my panties. “Yes.” I moaned when she started pulling them down with her teeth, and the second theywere off, she pushed my thighs wide and kissed a teasing trail up from my knee toward my wet pussy.
“I’ve dreamed of you too,” She murmured as she inhaled against my skin. “I fantasized about what noises you’d make for me the first time I touched you.”
“Am I living up to the fantasy?” I tried teasing, but it sounded desperate, and a whimper left my lips when her tongue flicked directly against my clit before she sucked it into her mouth.
“Better,” she said, fingers digging into my thighs as she spread me open wider. “So much better, sweetheart.”
“I need you.” I gasped, rocking against her face when she rewarded me with her mouth on my clit again. She pushed her tongue into me and moaned, sucking and kissing me as I shook under her attention. “Rhea, don’t make me beg.”
She smirked, kissing her way up my stomach, stopping at my breasts to tease me again before ending at my lips. “Take me to bed, Goldie. Show me your toys and let’s make all your fantasies come true.”
God,I was screwed.
I was falling for Goldie James. Which in itself wasn’t a bad thing, she was an amazing woman, full of love and grace and character. Everything about her called to me. The part that made this whole situation dangerous was how fast I was falling for her.
How hard.
Damn, I was head over heels for her as I followed her up the stairs to her bedroom. She clicked the lights off downstairs as we went, walking on her tiptoes like some perfect pin-up model, wearing nothing but skin and adoration in her eyes.
With her fingers intertwined with mine, she led me to her most personal space without hesitation or reservation, welcoming me in.
That was a feeling that would have wrecked me if I’d given it enough thought. But as she pulled me through a doorway at the top of the stairs, every other thought disappeared outside of her and her bedroom.
Her room was the mostherthing I’d ever seen. Before tonight, I had thought Honey & Hearth was the warmest, most comforting space I’d ever been in. And then I walked into Marigold’s bedroom, and everything I thought I knew changed.
Her bedroom took up the entire upstairs of her home, like a private oasis for her to retreat to at the end of the day. It was all soft fabrics and warm lights, fuzzy pillows and big blankets. Gauzy white fabric hung in loose arcs from the ceiling, twinkling lights woven through the canopy above a massive bed decorated with a mountain of pillows. It looked like the comfiest place on Earth. Cozy chaos, with a little whimsical magic on top. It felt like I had walked into a sweet memory I wanted to live in forever.
“Of course, this is what your bedroom looks like. Romantic and chaotic comfort.”
“It’s me,” she said with a grin I wanted to kiss.
Goldie turned on a little speaker, and low jazz filtered in as she crossed to the bed and leaned against the tall frame. There wasn’t a single ounce of discomfort in her nakedness as she tilted her head at me, staring at where I’d stopped in the middle of the big room. I loved her easygoing openness, even with herself.
