Page 69 of The Forbidden Fling

The way Faye’s eyes roamed her hungrily set that sensation rising. The need to touch her, undo her, have her fingers bringing her to a climax hard enough to forget her own name.

She raised an eyebrow. “Keep looking at me like that, and you know what happens.”

“God, I hope so.” Her gaze held steady.

Diana had grown fond of that look. Whenever she was alone, anytime she tried to focus or relax, the memory of those eyes completely possessed her. That look did more to her than she’d care to admit out loud.

She knew the sensible explanation. Faye provided that toxic kick of dopamine and oxytocin, and Diana’s love-starved body couldn’t get enough. The question she didn’t have an answer for: was she addicted to the feeling or to the woman?

It’s just sex, she told herself. You have this under control.

She stepped closer, her pulse ticking up. Her hands ached to touch her. The smooth, pale skin the sun didn’t see. Her perky breasts and soft arse. The perfect waist and hips, all curves and lines she wanted to trace with her tongue, and often did.

Diana liked to tease her. She savoured the tension, the hardening nipples. Breathy pleas, cursing and demanding more. Teeth sinking into supple flesh, kisses soft and tender, everything building until Faye was wet enough to combust at the first feather-light touch of her fingers.

But tonight, she didn’t want to wait.

She cupped the back of Faye’s neck, the spot more accessible with her hair twisted up in its messy bun. She traced the line along her square jaw with her other hand, thumb delicate as it brushed the healing line marring her perfect bottom lip. Faye’s breath hitched as their gazes locked, Diana’s own heart thudding like a drum. Then, unable to ignore the pull any longer, she captured Faye’s lips with hers. Her heart fluttered at the warm mouth eager to welcome her, the hint of berry lip balm drawing her deeper. Faye licked her silky tongue into her mouth, and the ache between her legs cracked like lightning.

The shift was instant. She slipped her hands under Faye’s T-shirt, Faye’s own hands tangling in Diana’s hair, their mouths rough and hungry, no longer asking for permission but demanding it. Their bodies knew where to go now, how to touch, when to exchange hard kisses for soft ones.

It was messy, raw, real. Diana loved it.

She pressed Faye to the wall with a grunt, sliding a knee between her thighs. Faye moaned into her mouth.

“I’m running out of new places to fuck you,” Diana murmured, feeling Faye shiver underneath her fingertips.

Faye released a shaky breath. “I didn’t realise this was part of a checklist of yours.” Her lips curled, teasing, full, perfect. So perfect, Diana couldn’t resist placing a kiss on the corner where the cut was.

“I didn’t hear you complaining while you made a mess on my dresser.” She trailed her mouth across Faye’s jaw, to her pulse point, and Faye arched underneath her. “Or when you nearly pulled the showerhead right off the wall.”

“No complaining here. Just an observation.”

Diana kissed her sensitive spot, just hard enough to draw another gasp from her mouth, then pulled back, taking in the breathless woman in front of her.

Cheeks pink, mouth puckered and swollen from kisses, her nipples hard and pressing through the thin T-shirt.

“My observation is that you’re not wearing a bra.” She cupped Faye’s breasts, thumbs pinching the peaks until she cursed.

“I know how much you like it.”

Those eyes looked back at her. Unafraid. Daring. Pupils blown wide. The moment stretched, something unspoken passing between them. Then Diana palmed her breasts again, harder, keeping her eyes fixed on hers.

Faye sucked in a hiss, teeth dragging across that full bottom lip.

“Do you need to change in the bathroom first?” Diana asked, rolling a nipple between her fingers. She pressed her free hand between Faye’s legs, and Faye let out a whimper. “Or can I show you what I’ve been thinking about all day?”

“The s–second one.”

Diana slipped her hand inside her shorts, her stomach tightening when she found her completely soaked. “God,” she growled. “You’re not wearing underwear?” Molten heat slipped between her thighs. “So wet.” She circled Faye’s clit, swollen beneath her fingertips. “Always so wet.”

“All for you, Diana.”

Faye said it so easily. Like the words wouldn’t punch through Diana’s ribcage and lodge straight into her heart. But unloading what that meant, why her entire body stilled, would have her last sliver of control completely slip away.

She packed those thoughts to the back of her mind and tugged Faye’s shorts down her legs. Faye kicked them off, and her mouth found Diana’s again, hard and fast, like she couldn’t wait any longer.

“I need you so badly,” she gasped. “Please.”