Page 105 of The Right Kind of Wrong

But Monroe could admit that the attraction went both ways.

When Blake had come over after they’d gotten back from swimming, wearing an impossibly soft, white linen shirt rolled up to the forearms and a pair of jean shorts, Monroe had wondered—more than a few times—if she had a bra on underneath.

She didn’t have to wonder anymore. She trailed her hands up Blake’s rib cage before ghosting her fingertips over her pebbled nipples, visible through the thin fabric.

“Oh,” Blake sighed, wrapping her hands around Monroe’s forearms to hold herself steady.

She could see Blake’s throat bobbing up and down, a flush wrapped around her neck, while Monroe cupped her breasts fully, letting their weight rest in her palms.

Monroe held for a beat. “Look at me, Blake.”

She did as instructed, her eyes shifting down to meet Monroe’s with just as much heat, her lips parted. When Monroe started scratching gently around her nipples again, Blake’s eyes fluttered closed as she breathed out Monroe’s name in a whispered moan.

Damn if that didn’t make Monroe’s knees a little weak. She backed Blake up toward the edge of the bed.

“You’re in charge here,” Monroe murmured, her hands shifting inward so that she could begin unbuttoning Blake’s shirt.

Those words sparked something to life in Blake, and her hands sprang into frantic action. Suddenly, they were everywhere. Running down Monroe’s sides. Moving up to her face to cup Monroe’s jaw. Wrapping around Monroe’s neck, pulling her into a messy kiss that stole the air from their lungs.

Blake spun them around so that Monroe’s legs hit the edge of the bed. “You are so fucking gorgeous, Monroe Lockhart.”

She wasted no time then, using her hand to push Monroe down. Her ass hit the comforter with a soft thump. All she could do was marvel at the woman above her, hair messy from how Monroe had been running her hands through it. Her lips were wet and pursed slightly, and her chest rose and fell in uncoordinated breaths.

“Take off your shirt,” Blake said without preamble, watching Monroe with an intensity that left her aching.

She pressed her thighs together, but it did nothing to alleviate the pressure already building in her pussy, her sensitive nerve endings throbbing with need.

Because, fuck, it was turning Monroe on, the determination and neediness in Blake’s voice, battling for the edge.

Monroe didn’t resist, grabbing the hem of her tank top and shrugging it off quickly.

Whatever Blake wanted, it was hers. Whatever control would make her feel good was Blake’s to take. Monroe would give it freely—was giving it freely—if it meant that Blake wouldn’t stop looking at her like she was the most alluring thing she’d ever seen.

Monroe felt starved for Blake’s touch, and as if Blake could sense this, she reached out and skimmed her fingertips along Monroe’s jaw. As Monroe’s mouth opened to let out some indulgent sound of satisfaction, Blake shifted her fingers over, running them along her lips.

Slowly, Monroe kissed the pads of Blake’s fingers, watching as the touch worked its way through Blake, so that her body shivered in response.

This wasn’t—it had never been like this before, was all Monroe could think, as she stared up in reverence at the woman who’d been sorely underestimated by too many people.

But Monroe wasn’t going to underestimate her.

She knew that Blake was a wolf in sheep’s clothing and that anything Blake wanted was going to be hers.

Monroe included.

The realization sent shots of heat through her body. She couldn’t imagine not giving herself over to the desire flowing back and forth between them.

“What do you like, Monroe?” Blake asked, her dark gaze trained on Monroe’s face.

She could only shudder and let out a shaky breath as Blake started unbuttoning her own shirt, popping the first button open to reveal tan skin and the smallest hint of cleavage. Monroe had seen more today, at the swimming hole, but this was so much better.

This was for Monroe. To tease her and tempt her and drive her to insanity.

And it was absolutely working.

She couldn’t say that she’d ever felt so thoroughly seduced before, especially not when both parties were still mostly clothed.

Which needed to change.