“I have no clue what that even is,” I laugh.
“I’ll teach you,” Tilly says, holding out a hand and flashing me her perfect smile. She bats her blue eyes at me, and I cave.
“Fine.” I toss back the rest of my drink, and everyone cheers.
Tilly’s hand in mine feels right. It’s just the perfect size despite our height and size difference. Her hand is warm while mine is still cold from holding the beer so tight. She leads me to the dance floor, which is basically the only spot in the bar that doesn’t have any chairs or tables in it. The music is playing some song I’ve never heard, but my focus is on Tilly. She’s wearing these long cargo shorts and a black tank top that’s cropped to show her abs, with a button-up shirt over it. It’s riding low, so I can even make out the tops of her tits.
“Come on, you just have to follow my lead,” Tilly says and pulls me closer to her.
I glance at her feet, trying to figure out how to do this. She seems to be moving them in a square pattern, but that doesn’t seem right. As soon as the song changes, she changes her footing completely, and I almost topple over trying to keep up. Tilly catches me by the waist, and my eyes lock onto hers. Instead of letting go, she pulls me in closer. Her body is hard like a rock wall against all my squishiness.
“I think I like this better,” she murmurs quietly.
Her hands stay on my hips as we move slower against each other. It’s a slow song that I’m convinced one of her friends put on for us. They are sneaky that way. So I wrap my arms around her neck, and I can feel the tiny goose bumps she has. She’s staring at my breasts, and I’m waiting for the second she realizes I’ve caught her. But the song changes—probably because it’s too slow for the bar—and she lets go of my waist. I start moving my hips, knowing this song I can dance to the beat of. I turn around to dance with Lina, but she’s nowhere to be found. Instead, Tilly starts grinding behind me, and I gasp at the contact. Her hands are on the sides of my thighs, holding me as I grind my ass on her. I can feel her breath on my skin. Is it suddenly incredibly hot in here?
“Is this okay?” she whispers.
“Y-yes,” I say, but I don’t even know if she can hear me.
I don’t stop moving; all I want is more friction, more of her body touching mine. I can feel the alcohol taking over. I’m pretty tipsy but not drunk—mostly in love with the way her body feels touching mine. It has been way too long since I’ve been touched by anyone but the showerhead, and I am desperate for more. I spin around and shake my body against hers. We’re probably causing a scene, but I don’t give a shit. All I care about right now is how amazing it feels to be touched by her.
“God, you are so beautiful,” Tilly says, and before I have a chance to respond, she’s pulling me in for a kiss.
Our lips smash together, her tongue slipping in my mouth, and I groan against her. For months now, we’ve been denying our chemistry and how we make each other feel. But in this moment Tilly doesn’t seem to care. She tastes like beer and the limes she’s been sucking on all night. Yet I don’t pull away from her bitterness; she’s somehow sweeter than I anticipate. Her tongue twirls around mine, and her hands grip my hips tightly. My hands tangle through her soft blonde hair, and she moanslightly into my mouth. Fuck. This is going to kill me if we keep teasing each other.
“Let’s get out of here,” Tilly says against my lips. I can feel her breathing as heavily as I am.
“O-okay,” I mutter.
She takes me by the hand and leads me out the front door. I don’t know if anyone even sees us, because my eyes are too focused on Tilly. I watch the back of her body as she pulls me through a sea of people and calls someone on her phone. I assume it’s for a cab since we just left behind our ride and neither of us is in any shape to drive. When the one cab in town shows up two minutes later, my suspicions are confirmed. Tilly opens the cab door, and I slide in. Tilly walks around the other side and slips in next to me. She rattles off the orchard’s address, and the car starts moving. Tilly pulls me closer to her, and her hand melts into mine.
Leaning in, she pushes my curls out of the way and whispers in my ear, “As soon as we’re alone again I’m going to have my way with you.”
I shiver in anticipation, only able to nod.
“I can see how bad you want this. Are you wet?” she whispers, and I can feel her breath on my ear.
“Yes,” I whisper back, and she kisses my earlobe. I suck in a breath, and she tugs it between her teeth. Fuck. My hand grips her thigh, needing to touch any part of her right now.
“I love seeing how desperate you are for this,” she says.
She is going to pay for teasing me later. I can’t say or do anything right now, but the second we are in a bedroom, I’ll be the one in control. Her lips stay on my neck as I keep my composure, willing myself not to moan aloud for the cabdriver.
SIXTEEN
Tilly
Ipull Bells inside my house; the second the door shuts behind us, we’re like magnets pulling toward each other. We kick off our shoes, and her hands find my hips. I lead her to my bedroom and flick the light on. This time I am going to take my time with her body. I don’t know when I’ll have an opportunity like this again, and I’m not going to waste it. This isn’t the time to define what this is, so I’m going to enjoy the moment.
“Are you sure this is okay?” she pulls back from kissing me to ask.
I take her hand, leading it into my panties, and she gasps. “Does this show you how okay with it I am?”
“Y-yes,” she mutters, and a blush runs through her cheeks. She pulls her hand back, and I smirk at her.
“What’s the matter, baby? Didn’t realize how wet I was?”
“I want you to undress me this time,” she commands firmly. I nod; I’m not going to argue with her. When a beautiful woman tells you to get her naked, you say yes. Or better yet, you say nothing and strip her as fast as humanly possible.
