Page 62 of Play Our Song

“Okay, they’re both asleep,” Tilly said. “And I left a note for Mila saying that I’d gone to bed. So… we should have some privacy.”

“Finally,” Sophie said.

“Finally,” said Tilly, leaning against the doorframe. She ran a hand through her blonde curls and bit her lip. “We said no expectations.”

“We did,” Sophie agreed.

“You look very beautiful sitting on the bed.” Tilly looked down at her feet, cheeks going pink.

“You look very beautiful propping up the doorframe,” said Sophie. She got up and walked toward Tilly, reaching out her hand. “We don’t have to do anything if you’re nervous.”

“Me? Nervous?” Tilly took her hand, palm warm. “I thought you were…”

Sophie shook her head. “Not in the slightest.”

“So, um…” Tilly swallowed. “So, everything is consensual?”

Sophie grinned. “How about I let you know if I want to stop? That way, you won’t have to ask for consent every step of the way.” She had a feeling that Tilly would if she needed to. Maybe that was why she felt so safe here.

“Thank god,” Tilly muttered.

Then she was pulling at Sophie’s hand, dragging her closer and turning, closing the front door and pressing Sophie up against it in one graceful move.

“Thank god?” Sophie asked. “Why would you do that?”

“Because I’ve been wanting to do this all evening,” Tilly groaned.

Her hands skirted up the sides of Sophie’s body until there was a palm on either side of her face and then Tilly leaned in, pressing her lips against Sophie’s, parting her lips, exploring with her tongue as Sophie grew increasingly breathless.

She let her hands take Tilly’s waist, pull her in even closer, until she could feel every possible inch of Tilly pressed up against her. Until she had to break the kiss. “This is no good,” she muttered.

Tilly jumped back an entire foot. “Sorry, I’m sorry,” she said, looking shocked and pale.

Sophie watched her, shaking her head. “Okay, we need to establish something here. I want to be here. I want to be with you. In fact, what I was just complaining about was the fact thatwe’re both wearing far too many clothes, not about the kissing or anything else it might lead to.”

“You were?” Tilly’s color came back.

“Very much so.”

Tilly started to smile. “Okay, right, sorry, I just…”

“Bit nervous?” Sophie asked.

Tilly nodded. “I don’t know why. I’ve definitely done this before. Just this time seems a bit more important somehow.”

“Because there are feelings involved,” Sophie said, stepping forward to take Tilly’s hand. “It makes the stakes a bit higher, doesn’t it?”

Tilly nodded again.

“But I have your full consent, right?”

Another nod.

“Good,” Sophie said. With steady, cool hands, she started to unbutton Tilly’s shirt. She slid the material off her shoulders, pausing to kiss Tilly’s sharp collarbone before moving downward. Dropping to her knees, she unbuttoned Tilly’s pants as Tilly’s hands started to curl in her hair.

Sophie felt the familiar bubbling between her legs, the heat in her stomach as Tilly pressed her head toward her underwear. She could smell her, the damp scent of her, and her mouth started to water.

Carefully, she reached up and pulled Tilly’s underwear down. Even more carefully, she leaned in, dropping a kiss on Tilly’s tight curls. Then she took a deep breath, drinking in Tilly’s scent, and stood up. Slowly, she had to do this slowly. Even if she wanted to throw Tilly straight onto the bed and have her way with her.

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