Page 55 of The Forbidden Fling

“Spin your partner!”

She gasped as Faye twirled her. The grin on her face wider than she’d ever seen it. The new confidence in her pulsated through every movement, and Diana couldn’t help but grin back.

“You’re like a dog with two tails,” she commented.

“I’m feeling good. Can you blame me?” Faye spun her again, bringing them back together. “Dancing on a beautiful island with a beautiful woman in my arms? What’s not to be happy about?”

“And clap. One-two, three!”

They were a little clumsy, a little mistimed, but the group followed the man’s instructions before resuming their rhythmic sway.

“As much as I’m enjoying this…” Faye slipped her hand lower, and she dipped her lips to Diana’s neck. “I want to get you out of this dress.”

Her words slid like smooth silk between Diana’s legs, taking her breath. She pressed her lips together, hiding the feeling from showing on her face, but she couldn’t deny the effect of this more forward approach. The shy and passionate Faye was hot. This confident and forthcoming Faye was, also, hot.

Faye pulled back, leading them around another couple, not taking her eyes off Diana. “I think it’s only fair,” she continued, the flicker of something mischievous in her eyes.

“Fair?”

“You upheld your part of the proposal.” She leaned in closer again, her breath tickling her neck. “Let me uphold mine.”

“Now stomp your feet!”

Diana laughed at her partner’s exaggerated movement, absorbing the pure joy radiating out of her. This woman and the woman she’d met at that bar were so different. Was Diana evolving at the same rate? Or was she just spiralling?

Either way, a unique, carefree happiness spread through her veins, the kind that can’t be manufactured or faked, the kind that warmed her from the inside. The feeling shook her from her paralysis, and this time she spun Faye, taking the lead.

Faye’s eyes widened before dropping into that look Diana understood well. She loved when Diana took control.

And good job, because Diana loved that too.

“You’re quite persistent,” Diana murmured. They jockeyed left and right, the movements becoming familiar. Her old dancing lessons resurfaced, and she locked their arms the way she’d been taught.

Faye’s make-up was flawless, a thin black winged eyeliner making those blue eyes pop. She raised an eyebrow. “If you’re not interested, I’ll leave you alone. You can enjoy your holiday, and I’ll enjoy mine. But I don’t think that’s what either of us wants, is it?”

Diana’s brow furrowed. The way Faye could see through the barriers she constructed around herself made her misstep. She righted herself, hoping Faye hadn’t noticed, but this woman noticed so much of what Diana didn’t always want her to see.

She spun Faye again, trying to distract herself from the ache in her pelvis. When they came face to face, Faye’s lips slightly parted, and so close to hers, the thought of kissing her overrode everything else.

Their movements fell out of sync with the others, the band becoming a background blur as Diana’s thumping heart took centre stage.

Then the music drew to a dramatic close. The band took a bow, and everyone around them burst into applause, while Diana and Faye stood frozen in the centre of the courtyard, eyes locked together.

Chapter Seventeen

Diana

As the door to Faye’s cabin slammed closed behind them, their mouths collided. Hands that had been structured and formal for the dance now roamed and pulled at any hot flesh they could find. Hard, hungry, and heavy.

Diana kissed Faye back with equal need, as though every second had been building until they could be alone in this room again.

She could already feel herself soaked through her underwear. She needed to pace herself. Take it slow.

She pressed Faye to the wall, letting her weight hold her there while her lips softened to trace her jaw and neck. Her teeth grazed the sensitive point she’d committed to memory, and Faye groaned.

“Fuck. I love it when you do that.”

Diana responded by doing it again, a little harder, and Faye dug her nails into her back.