I start to speak, but she hushes me with her thumb against my mouth. “No,” I say against her warm skin. “I need to say it.”
She lowers her thumb, giving me a second.
“I’ve never been touched before… by a woman, anyway.”
It’s like I invited her to grab me and push herself against my entire torso—and I love it. God, do I love it! Like a Christmas present to be unwrapped right here! “Happy Holidays to us, huh?” she says.
The bathroom constricts with every minute that passes, the air heavy with the scent of her skin and the potpourri on the counter behind me. My blood rushes to every part of me she touches.I’m alive.
Outside, a chair scrapes. Voices drift closer.
Her mouth curls against my ear. “Let them wonder,” she whispers.
Then? A knock. Sharp. Angry.
“Edie? You okay in there?”
Nick! I freeze, my body taut against his sister’s, who doesn’t move. Her voice stays low when she says, “He’ll go away.”
Another knock, louder this time. “You’ve been in there a while.”
“I’m fine,” I manage, though the word quakes around me.
“Is she in there with you?”
Wren leans in, lips brushing my ear. “Tell him,” she murmurs.
I shake my head, barely breathing.
Her mouth finds my throat again, and the sound I make gives me away.
From the other side of the door, Nick’s voice breaks into a shout. “Unbelievable!”
Wren pulls back, meeting my eyes. Her look challenges me to doubt this is happening. “Then let him believe it.”
She lifts me onto the counter in one smooth motion, pushing my dress up to my waist. “Hold it up,” she commands, and I obey, gathering the red fabric as if there is no other option. Wren pushes my lingerie aside rather than removing them, her fingers testing my readiness. Meanwhile, I’m absolutely agog that this is happening. Here.In the bathroom.While her family is right over there, none the wiser!
“So wet for me.” Her voice brings me backhere.“Been thinking about yesterday?”
“All day…” I gasp
“Good. That’s what I wanted to hear, angel.”
Wren lifts her button-down shirt without touching the buttons.Oh, my God,is what I want to say, but the words won’t leave my throat. I’m staring at a woman with a simple black bra but not much else. Honestly, the bra blows my mind! I was expecting her to either be totally bare beneath her shirt or wear a clingy sports bra that hides her away from the world. Not… a hint of cleavage. Feminine curves to her chest, although the rest of her torso is smooth and muscular. Like, you know, someone who works out then spends the rest of her day doing some manual labor in a garage.
This is the first time I'm seeing her like this, and my mouth goes dry. But it's the tattoo that makes me gasp—a dragon that starts at her hip bone and disappears into her pants, hiding from the world, but not ashamed.
“Like what you see?” she asks, hand on her stomach as she pushes up her shoulders.
I trace the dragon's head where it peaks above her waistband. “How far does this go?”
“I'll show you later. Right now...” She touches my exposed mound, sending my head back against the bathroom mirror as my legs continue to spread like this is something youtotallydo in the bathroom. “You want this, right?”
“Yes, but—” I bite my lip, eager for her to enter my body but not doing a damn thing to make it happen. “Wereallycan’t go back if you finger me in here.”
“Does that bother you?”
She almost sounds disappointed, so I shake my head. “Maybe I didn’t think it would happen like this, but I haven’t stopped thinking about it since yesterday.” I wrap my arms around hers. “Please. Take me.”
