But when Charlotte’s hips started moving faster into Sutton’s, the desperation growing, she willed herself to stop.
She tugged her mouth away from Charlotte’s, sliding her hands down to still Charlotte’s hips as she stared down at her face.
The wantpoundedthrough her as Charlotte blinked her eyes open. Sutton could see it. She could see that Charlotte would have come right here, from this, with her.
Her face was so flushed, and she breathed so heavily, but Sutton didn’t want it like that. Not this time.
She wanted everything.
She wanted what she’d wanted in the past, and she wanted to reclaim what she’d had. She wanted to see Charlotte, to really touch her. And she wanted it in her bed.
“I want more,” she said, her throat guttural. “I want—I want you, wanting me, all of me.”
Charlotte nodded quickly, needily. “I do. I really do.”
Her pupils were blown. Her ready agreement pushed through Sutton, and she reached down to lace their fingers together and tug Charlotte back in to kiss her.
She used her other hand to steady herself against Charlotte’s hip, instinctively walking backward toward the kitchen doorway. Charlotte followed her, body moving in sync with Sutton’s as if they’d moved like this, body to body, millions of times before and hadn’t stopped for the last decade.
It made no logical sense. It shouldn’t. They shouldn’t fit together so easily, she thought with whatever clarity she could hold on to through the raging lust working through her veins.
But they did.
Charlotte reached under Sutton’s shirt as they stumbled down the hallway, gripping at her shoulder blades and sliding her nails down her back as she nipped her teeth into Sutton’s neck.
The dual sensation tore through her, and she surged forward for the final step, roughly forcing Charlotte back against her doorframe as they reached her bedroom.
Charlotte’s sharp intake of breath gave her a moment of pause before it melted into a long, drawn-out moan. She tilted her head up, demanding Sutton’s kiss again as she pressed herself harder against Sutton.
She remembered that about Charlotte, she thought dimly, and it notched up the heat in her body impossibly more.
Charlotte liked that.
She liked when Sutton was in control, when she showed Charlotte how much she fuckingwantedher. She’d liked it, too, the few times they’d ever dabbled in any power dynamics. But Sutton hadn’t understood then, not fully, the dynamics she enjoyed during sex or what it meant.
She slid her hand up and gripped Charlotte’s hair, tugging her head back, feeling Charlotte’s answering panting, breathy moans through her entire body. They landed solidly between her legs, and she could feel herself ruining her underwear.
She liked it, figuring out how to take control of Charlotte, even if she’d only ever done it… lightly, back then.
That thought had her dragging her lips up Charlotte’s neck, biting, then sucking, as everything burned even brighter.
Charlotte had stopped this before they could really explore that together.
And she wanted itnow. She wanted to be with Charlotte, to take away Charlotte’s control in the ways she’d wished she’d understood more then.
Her hands were frantic as she pulled off Charlotte’s shirt, shaking just a bit with how much sheneeded. Needed to be able to see Charlotte, to really take her in.
And she did, finally leaning back just enough, her own breath leaving her in heaving pants as the desire took her over. Charlotte’s breasts spilled over the cups of the bra that Sutton had tugged down, the curve of her hips was even fuller now, and she was so stupidly sexy.
Sutton lifted her arms automatically for Charlotte to take off her own shirt. The movement had the same urgency she moved with to slide down Charlotte’s hands, taking her underwear with them. She could see how wet Charlotte was as she did.
So fuckingwet, and Sutton was so?—
“I want you so badly,” she admitted, need leaking into her voice.
“I do too?—”
She would never know if Charlotte was done speaking or if there was something else yet to come. She couldn’t wait.
