Saffron moved forward, closing the gap between them.
Kirsty tried to take a steadying breath. It didn’t work. She didn’t want it to. When Saffron Oliver was this close to her, she wanted to feeleverything.
Only, it wasn’t the movie star she was about to kiss. This was Saffron Oliver, the real deal.
Saffron reached out and cupped Kirsty’s cheek with her palm.
An arrow of lust rooted Kirsty to the spot. If she’d had doubts before, they were all gone now. Her body leaned forward at the same time Saffron’s mouth edged closer to her.
“You think we can do this without any interruptions this time?” Saffron’s voice was so quiet it was almost a whisper.
As Saffron’s warm breath caressed her lips, there wasn’t a single atom of Kirsty that didn’t swoon. “I really hope so.”
At last, Saffron pressed her lips to Kirsty’s. It was worth the wait.
This time was different. They both knew where this was going. They were both on the same page. Saffron couldn’t have been clearer.
She could fall for Kirsty.
As that thought almost made her fall forward, Kirsty airbrushed it from her mind and focused on the here and now.
On Saffron-Fucking-Oliver kissing her into next week.
No cameras needed to roll for this. This was the movie star working without a script, her lips whispering sweet nothings right into Kirsty’s soul.
Kirsty gripped Saffron’s waist, pulling her closer. She turned so the kitchen counter pressed into her back as Saffron advanced, one hand on Kirsty’s bum, the other skating up and down her side.
Kirsty closed her eyes and let herself be swept away from all the stresses in her life. From all her doubts. They’d all disappeared, with one sweep of Saffron’s lips.
She wanted Saffron, and the feeling was mutual. Her heart burst as that thought soaked through to her bones.
Saffron reached down and cupped her breast.
Something fluttered in Kirsty’s chest. The counter-top was still pressing into her. Reluctantly, she pulled her lips away.
“Saff?”
Exquisite blue eyes focused on her.
“You never did show me your bedroom. Now would be a good time.”
Saffron took a deep breath, then gave her a nod. She gripped Kirsty’s hand. When they arrived, the biggest bed Kirsty had ever seen took up half the room.
She blinked. “That’s a big bed.”
Saffron ramped up her heated stare. “I’ve got big plans.”
Kirsty gulped. Had she ever been this turned on by anyone? She couldn’t recall.
She was about to see Saffron Oliver naked. Kirsty stilled as Saffron’s arms encircled her. This was where the age gap was going to be most apparent, wasn’t it? Seventeen years wasn’t something you could hide.
Saffron must have noticed the hitch in her breath. Her brow furrowed. “What’s wrong?”
Her voice was so tender, Kirsty almost melted. She shook her head. “Nothing. This is perfect. You’re perfect.” She wasn’t lying. Saffron’s skin was unblemished, not a wrinkle in sight. “It’s just, I’m 49. And you’re not.”
But Saffron just pulled her closer. “You’re beautiful, and that’s all that matters to me. Scratch that, you’re exquisite. I want to know you andeverythingabout you.” Her tone was no-nonsense. She left Kirsty believing every single word.
Saffron stripped Kirsty of her top and bra with consummate ease, marvelling at her breasts before turning Kirsty around and holding her.
