Page 28 of V for Vengeance

Great. Really smooth there, V.

Jo’s lips rose, and she leaned into view on one arm, on the bed with her body taking a seductive curve like she was a lounging panther. “I thought you and that tattooed asshole were a thing…”

“I mean, we are. I’m sort of exploring things right now, and I didn’t think it was fair to be exclusive with anyone,” I rambled, silently berating myself because oversharing with people was starting to become a regular thing.

I wasn’t really the sharing type until I met Kate. I blamed the punk-girl menace for the fact that I’d gotten entirely too comfortable with sharing my thoughts. Before her, I was a stone-cold loner. Now, I had…feelings. I said things like “Well, actually…” and rambled like people cared what I had to say. I giggled and blushed, and I couldn’t pretend I didn’t.

I was a living, breathing teen girl stereotype.

Jo’s eyes lit up with mischief. “So, does that mean there’s room for more?”

I nearly swallowed my tongue. “What…?”

Before I understood what was happening, Jo leaned in and hovered close enough to kiss. “I told you, I’m craving companythese days. And there’s something here, don’t you think? Why not explore it? That kiss…”

Was something, I finished in my head.

Sensation crept over my skin at the mere thought of her leg pushed between mine. I still remembered how soft and delicious it was to kiss her and how it didn’t compare to the way Sloan or Phillip kissed me. I wanted to do it again. I’d thought about it every day since it happened.

My pulse pounded ruthlessly in my ears when I thought it might happen again. How if I said the right things and gave her the permission she needed, she might find a reason to merge her mouth with mine. Would it taste the same or be different this time? Would it rock my world like the first one did? Were women my thing too, or was it just Jo? Curiosity was eating away at me.

I wanted to know for sure.

The Fae’s hot breath painted my wet lips before she giggled. Like, actually giggled. The terrifying woman who sent daggers flying at assholes on the daily was making such an adorable sound, looking like she might eat me whole, and I couldn’t cope.

“I’m guessing you don’t know what a woman could do that would put every man you’ve ever been with to shame.”

And she would be right. I had no fucking clue. But holy shit, I wanted to know so bad.

Her eyelashes covered her piercing gaze for a brief exhale before they lifted and amber light beamed in warning. I couldn’t breathe. This chick saw right through me. I’d be stupid to think my interest wasn’t scrolling across my face. I hung onto every word she said.

“Men don’t understand our bodies the way we do, babe. I’ve never been very interested in men to begin with, but even if I were, they’ll always fall short.”

I tried not to breathe as her fingers danced across my naked collarbone before gliding up the column of my neck. Brushing my hair away, Jo dipped her head down and kissed my shoulder. My eyes closed, and the sensation sizzling across my chest made it difficult to respond with anything other than a small gasp.

“I’m not the type to beat around the bush. Not really my style. We could be dead tomorrow, so I go after what I want. And right now, I want you. So, I’ll ask again, is there room?”

My new mantra lately had become: What would Kate do? And she’d be all over this. She’d live in the moment and try something new. Tomorrow wasn’t guaranteed, so why not? Why not give into my urges and find out what this was?

But first and foremost, I wanted this more than I could put into words. Hell, I’d wanted it from the first time our lips collided. If I didn’t explore it, how would I ever know it wasn’t something I needed? How would I claim to know myself at all if I didn’t risk a little and explore something different? Something unknown? I wouldn’t have the relationships I had with Phillip or Sloan if I didn’t give in, and this was no different.

So, why not?

Chapter 15

She Turns Me On

Ilifted my eyes to Jo’s, staring for a second before dropping them to her mouth. Her hand took my jaw’s shape, and the smirk tilting her lips told me she knew my answer before I spoke a damn word. But of course she did. Jo was the Organization’s number two most wanted Fae assassin. Reading faces and a room were second nature to her.

Her thumb grazed my lower lip, and I internally prepared myself for something that scared the absolute shit out of me. Because I knew once I said the words, I couldn’t take them back. Facing off enemies was easy. Saying yes to this woman—to all of the people I’d kissed the last year—was absolutely terrifying.

“There’s room,” I whispered, leaning closer without realizing it.

Jo’s eyes danced across my face, then she lifted my chin just enough for her mouth to come down on mine. It was fucking electric. Every nerve in my body fired, and my breath practically whooshed out of me. I only ever forgot I didn’t need to breathe in moments like these.

The little moan that came loose was smothered by her tongue as it pushed past my lips and slid across mine, twisting, flicking, coaxing. I was on my back before I knew it. Which was mortifying. How did she move so fast? My eyes couldn’t track her. But the questions died in my throat when her hands prized my legs apart so she could fit her waist between them.

My spine curved, merging our chests together. Her tiny waist pushing between my legs made my muscles contract. It felt better than I thought it would, and I wasn’t ready.

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