Page 9 of Summer Breakdown
Frankie frowns further. “I didn’t know I did.”
Jasmine hums, running her thumb across Frankie’s bottom lip. They’re almost at the exit to the park, but Frankie’s in no rush to get there as Jasmine steps closer and presses her lips to her jaw. Frankie gasps, her hands landing on Jasmine’s hips to pull her closer. Jasmine’s lips are open and wetand so intentionally clear that Frankie almost grinds against nothing. She’s not used to this—the outward want. It’s clear in everything Jasmine does. Her lips touch Frankie’s shoulder, and Frankie’s breathing is too laboured. She wants her everywhere and nowhere all at once. Her body is hot, prickling with the promise of something.
It feels too much like something Frankie will miss tomorrow. Frankie does not fall in love with straight women. Not anymore. She’s never thought about falling for someone she could reasonably keep because there are too many reasons Jasmine wouldn’t want her. At least if she were straight, there’d be a strict reason Frankie couldn’t have her.
“Jasmine,” she whispers, her voice full of lust.
Jasmine sucks against the pulse of her neck. “Tell me something.”
“What?” Frankie begs, with handfuls of Jasmine’s perfect arse, pulling her closer. Frankie is one lick of her throat away from hiking her leg against her hip.
“What’s your favourite thing to do in bed?” Jasmine asks.
Frankie laughs, and she laughs harder when Jasmine starts giggling, too. She’s so unserious. Frankie misses her face, which is ridiculous, but she does all the same. Jasmine must have heard her, because she pulls back with the remaining effects of laughter on her face. Jasmine’s lips are swollen, and Frankie swallows, her eyes trained on them. What they could do, what they’d feel like on other parts of her body…
Frankie knows her way around the bedroom, but she’s not sure what her favourite things are. She’s not sure she can think about it in the presence of someone she wants to do it with.
Frankie tells her something true. “If you’re having a good time, I don’t care.”
Jasmine hums, and Frankie ignores the way it settles in her stomach. “What’s your favourite thing for someone to do to you?”
The blush hits her cheeks so fast she turns away. “I dunno.”
Jasmine sighs and moves away. “I’m heartbroken.”
“Why?” Frankie asks. Jasmine holds on to her hand as she pulls her down the path.
“I thought you were the one that wanted to be tied up and edged until you cry.”
Frankie laughs, tightening their fingers. “Bold promises for a first night.”
“I’d figure it out.”
“You would?”
Jasmine shrugs, turning to walk backward. “Good sex is just paying attention.”
“I love the confidence,” Frankie drawls, like she hasn’t been wet since the moment Jasmine looked at her. Like she hasn’t been inching closer to her with every glance to her neck. Like she hasn’t been anticipating every move of her hand since she sat at their table.
Jasmine’s steps are slow, and Frankie takes the chance to be the one to push her against a wall. She’s supposed to be taking control, but Jasmine smiles and then disappears from Frankie’s eyeline, dipping her lips to her neck.
“You like it when I do this,” she whispers, lightly nipping at Frankie’s neck. Frankie does like it; she just didn’t know she was so obvious about it. She didn’t know Jasmine would be wanting to figure out what Frankie likes. Then, Jasmine moves to whisper in her ear. “So, I would assume that you’d like this too.” She bites Frankie’s earlobe, on just the right side of hard. Frankie grips her elbow tightly, moaning as she does.
“Oh,” Frankie whispers.
“Jackpot.”
“Holy fuck.”
“I’ll rock your world,” Jasmine says. It’s said so seriously that Frankie pauses in her ascent to her lips. She pulls back, and Jasmine is trying so hard not to laugh. She’s delightful.
“You’re so…”
“Mm-hmm,” Jasmine replies. “Tell me what you like.” Jasmine links her hands behind Frankie’s neck, her chest heaving as she looks at her. Frankie remembers she’s supposed to reply.
“I did.”
“You talked around my question.”
