Page 41 of Crescendo

She smiled the sexiest, most salacious smile I’d ever seen. “Gotta go, Melinda. Bye.”

I hummed as she ended the call and flung the phone at the armchair in the corner. Maybe later I’d feel bad for interrupting her call.

I crossed the room, immediately climbing into her lap, straddling her.

Her hands found my butt, holding me on her. “Wow,” she breathed, her pupils blown wide. “Hi.”

“Hello.” I looked at her lips—soft, beautiful, inviting, slightly parted as her breath came faster. “The rooms aren’t soundproof up here.”

“Ah.” She raised her eyebrows, squeezing my butt and pulling me closer into her. “I’d say I’m sorry, but if it gets you in my lap like this, I’m definitely not.”

“I’m not sorry,” I breathed, edging closer to her lips. I wanted to kiss her so badly. Especially when she hummed deliciously at the proximity. “Two months. I get it. It’s fine.”

“Is it?” she asked desperately.

“Yes.” It had been a long time since I’d answered anything so resolutely. “I can’t spend two months with you and not want you.”

“Believe me, I get that.”

“So. Two months. One time. Whatever. I just…” I adjusted my stance over her, keeping our mouths close together as I pressed myself into her, searching for connection, friction, anything to soothe the aching need I had for her.

“What?” she breathed, her lips brushing mine. “Tell me.”

“You.I just want you.”

“You know, once we do this, we can’t take it back.”

I wasn’t sure how she was keeping such a rational head. It was my job to stay rational in the face of… everything. But, here we were—me, completely gone, her, thinking through the logistics.

“You think we can take back what we’ve already done?” I asked, grinding my hips against her.

She growled lightly, one hand gripping my butt tighter, the other working up my back until she found the clasp of my bra. “No.”

“Good.”

I kissed her.

Desperate, needy, aching. Our lips moved frantically against each other, tasting each other.

I felt her knees spreading apart as much as they could with me straddling her, her fingers working the clasp of my bra. Felt her moan into my mouth as she caught my lip between her teeth.

“Lydia,” I gasped between kisses, moving my hips faster against her. It wasn’t enough.

She broke the kiss, grasping me tightly, as she flipped us around and pressed me into the mattress. A moan broke free of my lips, longing and loud.

I couldn’t bring myself to care about being overheard.

“God, you’re so hot,” Lydia said, her breath coming in pants.

“You too.” I traced my hands up under her shirt—finallysatiating the need I’d had all night—seeking her breasts.

She propped herself up on her elbows over me, holding my gaze right up until I slipped my hands under her bra and ran my thumbs over her nipples.

The sight of her eyes closing, her head dropping forwards, and her hair fanning around me was something I could feel directly in my clitoris, aching in my thighs, driving my hips up towards her.

“Lydia, please,” I begged. “I need you.”

“Anything you want,” she whispered, her lips kissing along my neck.

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