Page 32 of Chasing Gold, Catching Her

“Do you want something to drink?”

She opened the minibar.

Alisa walked farther into the room and sat down on the king-size bed.

“You have an incredible room…” she said, looking around in disbelief. “And yes, pour me whiskey with Coke Zero, please. And a slice of lemon.”

Tora laughed again.

“There isn’t any lemon, unfortunately, but I’ll make you your whiskey and Coke, babe,” she murmured.

She took a crystal glass from the freezer, poured in the whiskey, and then filled the rest with Coke Zero.

“Counting extra calories?” Tora asked, raising an eyebrow as she handed the glass to Alisa.

For a moment their fingers touched, and warmth ran through her body. She had wanted for so long to feel Alisa’s skin against her again.

“Unfortunately, yes. Lev is absolutely against me gaining even a few grams.”

“Sad.”

“And what like, Loke doesn’t watch your calories?” Alisa asked, taking a sip and savoring the taste while looking directly at Tora.

“No. Why would he? He spends half his life in the gym lifting weights for exactly that reason.”

Tora shrugged and took a sip from her own glass, whiskey without anything mixed into it, never once taking her eyes off Alisa.

Alisa took another sip of her drink, the alcohol burning a pleasant path down her throat. She shook her head, trying to clear the fog of lust that seemed to be descending over her.

“33 skaters in singles today, can you imagine?” she gasped, her words slightly slurred.

Tora crouched down next to her, the mattress dipping under her weight. She could feel the fatigue in her muscles, but the heat of Alisa’s gaze drove all thoughts of exhaustion from her mind. Tora’s eyes roamed over Alisa’s face.

“What’s it to you?” Tora murmured.

Tora hoped the alcohol would dull the sharp edges of her nerves, but her intoxication ran deeper than that, it was the anticipation of Alisa’s playful tongue, the promise of those fingers, the sheer magnetic pull of her pussy. Tora had a weakness for the scissors position; there was something about the way their bodies locked together that felt profound, as if their very souls were being shared along with their heat. It felt like their pussies were somehow exchanging their inner energy. It was devastatingly hot.

Feeling the ache of her own arousal building, Tora pressed her thigh more firmly against Alisa’s, the contact generating a jolt of shared heat. Alisa let out a long, heavy exhale the sound of someone finally releasing the day’s stress and took another sip of her drink.

Alisa seemed to have forgotten their conversation, her gaze now focused solely on Tora. Their faces were inches apart, Tora’s hand automatically reaching out to cup Alisa’s cheek.

“You were so beautiful on the ice today…” Tora breathed with her mouth slightly open, “I watched you with such pleasure.”

Tora’s tongue darted out to wet her lips. She could feel Alisa’s sweet breath ghosting over her own lips. Alisa’s mouth parted slightly. Tora’s heart raced with anticipation.

“You’re lying,” Alisa hissed in accusation leaning closer, their lips almost brushing.

“I’m telling the truth,” Tora murmured, her gaze locked with Alisa’s. “I love the way you skate, like a single, fluid line, a wave crashing against the ice.”

Alisa’s eyes softened.

“Poetic,” she murmured, her heart fluttering at the sincerity in Tora’s voice.

Alisa closed the scant distance between them, capturing Tora’s lips in a searing kiss. She poured all her pent-up desire, into the kiss, her tongue delving past Tora’s parted lips to tangle with her own.

Tora moaned into the kiss, the sound vibrating through her chest as Alisa’s tongue stroked along her own. She could taste the lingering sweetness of the whiskey and coke on Alisa’s tongue, the unique flavor of Alisa herself.

Her hands slid into Alisa’s hair, gripping the silken strands as she angled her head to deepen the kiss. Tora’s tongue dominated Alisa’s mouth, claiming every inch of it.