Page 68 of One Golden Summer
When Saffron looked up, her grin was pure bliss.
Kirsty could hardly process anything, let alone speak.
Once again, Saffron kissed her way up her body, then settled on top of her, pressing a thigh between Kirsty’s legs.
Kirsty shuddered once more. “I could seriously get used to you.” She drank in the beautiful view.
“That’s what I was hoping.” Saffron kissed her lips again. “I’ll tell you one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“We make terrible friends. But excellent lovers.”
“No argument here.” Kirsty leaned in for another lingering, slow kiss. Her head spun. It was going to be one long, delicious night.
Chapter 22
The sound of the waves gently tugged Saffron from a peaceful slumber to nearly awake, where she knew it was early morning, but still wasn’t jazzed to open her eyes to greet the day.
Especially not after last night, which had been mind-blowingly fantabulous, leaving Saffron brimming with hope and desire to be the person she so much wanted to be. Not the person her minders wanted, but her true self. If she could bottle this emotion, she would. Not to share, but to lean on whenSaffron Oliver, Superstarneeded to remember life could be bloody amazing, not the slog she’d been living through for what seemed like forever.
Because as good as she felt right here and now, she worried—no feared—it wouldn’t last. How could she make a relationship with Kirsty in Sandy Cove work? Kirsty wasn’t the issue. Neither was the town. It was the movie career. This summer was the longest she stayed put in one place when not filming.
What could she offer Kirsty? A day here. A weekend there. Always rushed and never long enough. How long until Kirsty demanded more? Or until Saffron wanted to give it up?
An arm wrapped around Saffron, stilling her mind, and yanking her back into the moment.
“Good morning,” Kirsty’s voice was laced with sleepiness, which was another fabulous reminder of the previous night.
“Your first thing in the morning voice is pretty damn sexy.” Saffron rolled onto her side, propping her head up on bent elbow.
“Right back at you.” Kirsty also rolled over to face Saffron. “Is this actually happening?”
“I feel like you’re trying to trick me into saying something I shouldn’t. What do you mean bythis?” Saffron ran a finger down the side of Kirsty’s face, admiring her striking cheekbones many in Hollywood would pay top-dollar for.
“I’m waking up with you, who is literally Britain’s lesbian icon. No. The world’s. How many women have wanted this to happen to them? There’s no way this can be real, right? I’m dreaming. The past several weeks have all been one long and delightful hallucination and I’m about to crash back to reality.”
All the doubts sloshing through Saffron’s mind fizzled while staring into those stunning grey eyes, right behind the adorable button nose. “Would it be okay if it were real?”
Kirsty bolted upright, looking every bit as confused by her action as the situation.
Saffron laughed, and pulled the startled woman on top of her. “You’re not going to get away that easily. Now that we’ve actually moved past the terrible friend zone, I’m not going to pretend last night didn’t happen. Or this.”
Saffron kissed Kirsty on the tip of her nose, and then peppered her lips and face with soft and delicate smooches. “Every morning should be like this. I haven’t felt so alive and happy in—come to think of it, I’m not sure I’ve ever experienced euphoria like this.”
Kirsty gazed down at Saffron. “Even if it is a dream, I’m determined not to get out of this bed.”
Saffron flipped Kirsty onto her back and climbed on top of the woman, playfully holding her arms above her head. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have a sex slave.”
“Have you now? It seems like a really bad time to break the news to me that you’re some type of sex monster.”
“Why’s that?” Saffron’s gaze travelled down those toned arms, past Kirsty’s perfect face, and landed on the hollow of her throat before she leaned down to kiss it.
“I’m not sure I’ll fight you off. Even if that’s what you need to get turned on.” Kirsty jerked a hip into Saffron.
“You. That’s what I need. Kirsty McBride and no one else.”
“You make it sound like it’s so easy.” There was a tremor in her voice.
