Page 93 of Beaches, Bagels & Babes
Wrapped around the counter lip of the half-wall, a thin strip of LEDs came to life. A warm, yellow glow filled the small space. It illuminated a bleacher bench along the back but, apart from that, there was nothing else. Wonderwood did not want its lifeguards distracted from their duty.
As Candace’s head popped up at the floor’s base, Daisy reached down to help her the rest of the way. Her eyes gave theplace an unimpressed assessment.
“Is this thing even safe?”
“Not good enough for the Pier Princess, hm? From the woman who just rode a rickety roller coaster three times.”
Daisy, who had not yet released Candace, tugged her close. Her grip sailed from the woman’s wrist to cradle the base of her neck.
“Yes, well… I guess there are worse ways to go.”
Fuck, Daisy thought as she observed the beauty in her arms. Candace was gorgeous. In the warm, low light, even with her hair wind-mussed and dress disheveled, she looked like an actual princess.
And Daisy was the baker about to defile her.
Surging forward, Daisy took Candace’s mouth. There was no question, no hesitation, in the crash of their lips and tongues. No gentleness or careful caress, either, as they both fought to take lead.
Unlike before, Candace did not seem to be holding back. Her kisses were urgent—unrefined yet wholly focused. Short springs of mallow fluff, sweetly coy, followed by languid, wet molasses drips.
Soon, it was all Daisy could do to keep up.
The hands that delved under Daisy’s blazer smoothly slipped it from her shoulders. Then, without missing a beat, they went for her belt. Her pulse skyrocketed, listening to the woman deftly work the clasp free.
Drawing in a breath, Daisy braced herself against the half wall. She could not believe it;Candace Perrywas stripping her in a lifeguard stand. She managed to pull back just enough to question it in a breathless gasp.
“Here?”
“What?” Candace giggled, teasing, “Not good enough for you?”
“It’s not that. It’s just—ah!”
A sting, followed by shivering pleasure, coursed through Daisy as Candace nipped her neck. Fast and devouring, thewoman sucked and nibbled the exposed skin along the bust of Daisy’s crop top. As she spoke, the vibration of her voice sent shockwaves through each spot.
“You told me that I could taste you. So,can’t I?”
Toss me in the oven and cook me, please.
Words beyond her, Daisy’s head bobbed. Rough, hard wood filled her grip. She held the wall ledge as her jeans’ zipper was undone, one tooth at a time.
A sharp breath filled her lungs at the fingers that skimmed inside the new gap. They trended along her underwear, tracing the edge of the cloth as if it were a starting line. Her whole body clenched with anticipation at the single digit that slipped under, heading towards—
“Ouch!”
Daisy jolted, and not with pleasure, as Candace accidentally pinched her labia. Lack of moisture would do that; Daisy’s body and mind were not on the same page. She felt like the dog who caught the car. She had Candace exactly where she wanted her, wasdesperatefor her, yet her biological response was… lacking.
Candace pulled back. Brows knitted, she searched Daisy’s face.
“Now I’m the one going too fast. Should I—?”
“No!” Daisy licked her swollen lips and deflated with embarrassment. “I fuckingneedthis, it’s just… been a while. And I’m not really used to being on the receiving end. I think my body is catching up.”
“Hm...”
Nodding, Candace’s nervous expression softened. Her touch returned, wrapping around Daisy’s hips and hooking into the loosened jean waistline. She paused like that and met Daisy’s gaze.
It was not permission Candace Perry waited for; no, she knew she had that in spades. The smile that curled her lips was equal parts devilish and demure. As she eased Daisy’s pants down with one hand, she hiked her dress up with the other.
“I need this too,” she breathed.
