Page 18 of Burning Love

Sophia’s lips parted as if to reply, but the words didn’t come. Instead, she leaned closer, the blanket slipping from her shoulders. Alex’s breath caught, her heart pounding as Sophia’s face neared hers. The hesitation was brief but electric, a moment suspended in time.

“I’d love to dance for you,” Sophia said as she closed the distance between them.

And suddenly, her lips pressed softly against Alex’s, tentative at first, then more certain as Alex responded. A kiss that felt like it’s happened a million times before. A kiss that felt like they already knew each other for a decade. Knew how their lips liked it, how their tongues tasted.

The kiss was magical. It felt like everything Alex hadn’t even known she was craving. The spark between them was real. Alex knew for sure now that they had a connection. This moment of raw, unfiltered emotion was beyond anything she could have imagined. Her hand found its way to the soft skin on Sophia’s cheek, her thumb brushing lightly against her skin.

As they pulled apart, Alex searched Sophia’s face. She was disappointed to find a mixture of emotions there.

“I’m really sorry,” Sophia mumbled under her breath as she went to stand up.

Alex shook her head. “No, Sophia. Don’t be. Why are you sorry?”

Sophia sat back down on the crate but leaned back a little. “I don’t know. It’s just that… well… this is nuts, isn’t it?”

“Yep,” Alex admitted with a grin. “It’s completely nuts. Who cares?”

“I think a lot of people around here would care. This isn’t Brighton, you know? We’re in the Deep South, right? Ellen already warned me?—”

“I don’t even know where Brighton is. But doyoucare? Did you want to kiss me just now? Because it kinda felt like you did.”

“I did.”

“So, let me tell you where I’m at. That felt amazing. That felt like something I could do with you all day, all night, without ever getting tired of it.”

Alex’s heart raced as she leaned in toward Sophia, their lips meeting again, this time with more certainty and hunger. Alex’s hand slid up Sophia’s arm, resting gently on her shoulder before moving down to the curve of her waist.

Alex deepened the kiss with insistence. Her hands moved to Sophia’s sides, tracing gentle lines before slowly finding their way to her chest. Alex’s fingers lightly grazed over Sophia’s breasts, eliciting a soft gasp from the dancer.

I can’t believe this is actually happening…

Alex felt her own nipples harden as her hands explored Sophia’s body, the sensation sending a wave of heat through her core. She could feel herself getting wet, the desire building with every touch.

Alex pulled back slightly. “Is this okay? Are you sure about this?” she whispered, her eyes searching Sophia’s for any signs of doubt.

“So sure,” Sophia gasped.

Alex smiled and kissed her again, this time trailing her lips down Sophia’s neck, her hands still exploring. Alex’s body seemed to be responding instinctively to the situation. She shifted onto her knees and pressed her thighs together as she felt the damp heat building between her legs.

“God, you’re so beautiful…” Alex murmured against Sophia’s skin, her hands continuing their gentle caress. “I swear I’ve been wanting to do this since the moment I saw you. But I never dared even to hope that you…”

“That I what?”

“That you were gay.”

“I’ve never really admitted it to myself. I don’t know what I am. I’ve had boyfriends. I’ve thought about?—”

“Listen, don’t think about it right now. Just stay in this moment with me. I want you to…”

Alex couldn’t find words; she was lost in the sensation, in the warmth of Sophia’s body under her touch and the way her own body seemed to come alive with every soft moan and sigh. She pulled Sophia closer, her hands gripping the younger woman’s hips tightly, feeling the electric charge between them.

“I’m sorry. Maybe we could slow this down a little?” Sophia suggested. “I don’t want to rush it. I’d like us to take our time, to savor each moment…”

They sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, though the undercurrent of sexual tension remained. Alex moved up onto the crate, her hand brushing against Sophia’s as they sat side by side.

“Of course. Whatever you feel comfortable with. I’d love it if you told me some more about your dancing,” Alex said, her voice muted, almost shy.

Sophia’s eyes lit up as she started to speak about her days with the Royal Ballet, the thrill of performing, the grueling rehearsals, and the friendships she’d formed with her fellow dancers. Her words painted vivid pictures, and Alex found herself captivated, not just by the stories but by the way Sophia’s face came alive as she told them.

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