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“Welcome,” mumbled Billie because Jules’s finger was tracing circles again.
“I think we should go,” Jules said.
“Go?” Billie asked in alarm.
Jules slid a little closer. “Unless you want to fuck right here?” she breathed into Billie’s ear.
The combination of the whisper and the obscenity and the promise made Billie shiver, made warmth pool between her legs, made her breath catch.
Jules stood up and held out her hand. “It’s time to decide what you want, Billie Brooke.”
Billie looked at her for a very long moment, the world still around them, then reached out to take her hand, standing up and beginning to walk. “I want for everyone to stop calling me by my full name like a five year old,” she said as Jules trotted along beside her.
“Added to the wish list,” Jules laughed. “Anything else you want?”
Billie’s heart pounded. “We’ll see,” she said, as she turned toward home.
Chapter Twenty Four
Jules spun her around the second the front door snicked closed behind them. The whole walk home they’d been silent and Jules had been drinking in the smell and feel of Billie Brooke next to her.
Just the act of walking back to her place had been intimate enough, the quietness of it, the anticipation that grew with every step.
Jules knew why Billie had left the pub, she wasn’t stupid. She knew that Billie didn’t believe that she was good enough, that thanks to a thoughtless woman Billie would always suspect that she wasn’t good enough. But Jules had a secret.
She knew damn well that Billie was good enough for whatever she wanted to do.
That was the trick though: wanting it. She had to know that Billie wanted this and was willing to put herself on the line for it. Because she couldn’t make any promises, couldn’t say that this was something until she knew that it was something.
“Tell me you want this,” she growled.
Billie’s lips trembled, she looked down. “You know I do,” she whispered.
“I have to hear you say it, Billie.” Billie’s eyes searched hers and Jules’s lips curved into a smile. “How about I go first?”
Billie nodded.
“Billie Brooke, you make me crazy. You irritate me to no end, and every time I see you I end up thinking dirty thoughts. You’re smart, you’re funny, and you’re one of the sexiest women I’ve met in a long, long time.”
She could feel Billie swallow, could feel how close their mouths were. For an instant, she let her lips brush against Billie’s.
“I want this,” Billie said very, very quietly.
“You’re sure?” asked Jules, brushing her lips against Billie’s neck now, the very tip of her tongue tickling against her skin.
“Mmm-hmm,” Billie managed.
“Even if I’m Jules Hawthorne and inextricably linked to Whitebridge and a reminder of everything you left behind?” Jules demanded, looking up now.
Something in Billie snapped, Jules saw it happen, saw the light in her eyes change. Hands came up and tangled in her hair as Billie turned Jules’s face directly toward hers.
“I don’t care who you are right now,” Billie said fiercely. “And if you don’t believe me, maybe you’ll believe this.”
She pulled Jules in and Jules felt her soul being sucked away as the kiss drowned her. Heat flooded through her veins and she could barely breathe when Billie finally pulled away.
“I suppose that’ll have to do,” she mumbled.
But Billie was already running hands down her body, was already picking at the hem of her shirt, lifting it and Jules was already losing her breath, not actually knowing if this was a good idea or a bad one, just knowing that it had to happen this way.
