Page 72 of Before the Encore

Those doe-eyes did flick to her then. “But you are.”

And the passion there pierced through her, right into a soft, mushy spot. She’d been called hot and gorgeous, handsome even. But never beautiful.

Madison let out a half-laugh, heat prickling her neck. “I don’t know.”

Bonnie’s hands slid around her back. “Do you not like the word?”

“I like it. It just doesn’t feel accurate to describe me. I mean…” Madison waved her hand over herself.

She’d always been masculine, playing with the boys, refusing to wear dresses, frustrated that her cousins got to play with trucks while her gran handed her dolls. Madison carved her own identity for herself. She’d never realised she could reclaim that word too.

Bonnie kissed her, and Madison’s stomach tugged, tasting herself on her lips. She squeezed her legs around Bonnie’s waist, her clit reawakening with a sharp pulse.

“You can be masc and be beautiful,” Bonnie whispered against her lips.

Madison slid off the counter and slipped her hands underneath Bonnie’s T-shirt. “If I’m beautiful, we need a whole new word for you.”

Bonnie bit her lip. “You think you’re so smooth, don’t you?”

Madison tugged Bonnie’s T-shirt over her head with a smirk. “It seems to be working.” Her lips found the sensitive skin of her neck, and Bonnie hummed. Their hands caressed and pulled at the other, removing Madison’s shirts, unclipping Bonnie’s bra, leaving Bonnie pressed against the back of the sofa with Madison’s mouth on hers.

Madison’s hands cupped the swell of Bonnie’s breasts, so soft underneath her rough fingertips, smooth and round and spilling out of her large hands. She licked a pink nipple into her mouth, sucking hard, and Bonnie rocked into her with a whimper.

Bonnie dug her nails into her back. “I love the way that you touch me.”

The breathy confession sparked a new level of hunger, and Madison tipped Bonnie onto the sofa, removing her jeans and lace underwear, already soaked through the crotch.

Madison combed her gaze over her body, memorising every curve. All its softness and flowing shape. The translucent marks that stretched her thighs. “You’re perfect.” Her heart beat furiously, desire pumping through her veins. “So fucking perfect.”

And mine, her brain added.

A deep ache spread through her, drawing her down to plant kisses across Bonnie’s pale skin. Her hands glided over every curve, mapping every dip and swell, her lips planting promises she couldn’t speak yet.

Then, wordlessly, she lifted Bonnie’s leg, gaze catching on hers. Bonnie watched her through thick lashes, irises deepened with a sensual intensity, charging Madison in a way she’d never felt before. Madison wet her dry lips, lining up their centres and slowly dipping her hips. The slightest brush had them both whimpering, but Madison held back her weight.

“You want me, princess?”

“So badly.” Bonnie pulled at her, eyes wide and wanting. “I need you. Madison. Now. Please.”

Madison had little restraint left to begin with, but those words completely undid her. She slid between Bonnie’s legs, and both of them cried out. Warm, wet heat filled every sense as Bonnie’s arousal pressed to her own. She rolled her hips, rubbing her clit against her, and fuck, the feeling was enough for another orgasm to pulse at the edge of her vision.

“God.” Bonnie pushed her hips up to meet her, their bodies slipping together like two parts of the same half. “I missed you so much.” Nails dug into Madison’s back. A deep moan clawed from her throat.

Every sound that left Bonnie’s lips curled through Madison’s centre, which was winding tighter and tighter. She needed more.

She shifted Bonnie’s leg, adjusting the angle, and quickened the thrust of her hips. She gripped the top of the sofa, every movement rolling their hot centres together.

Bonnie’s gaze dipped, lips parting. “Yes, like that.” A whimper left her lips, and Madison almost tumbled over the edge. Bonnie’s body arched. “I’m so close.”

Madison panted. “I want to feel you come. Come against me. Come inside me. I want to feel everything.”

“Yes, oh god!” Bonnie moaned, her orgasm hit, and she scratched up Madison’s spine, her head falling back. Her legs spasmed beneath Madison, and the sound of Bonnie tipped her over the edge. She jolted, warmth flooding her as her climax struck with a rippling fierceness, a strangled noise leaving her lips. The sensation was too much, so wet, so amazing, and she moaned as her orgasm tumbled into Bonnie’s. Her abs shuddered as Bonnie held her tight, the two of them collapsing in a tangled heap.

Madison curled into Bonnie’s side, their breathing heavy and laboured. Everything burned with a fierce and fulfilling ache, sweat slicking her skin. Words couldn’t form in her throat. The hold this woman had on her was stronger than attraction, more intoxicating than lust, more powerful than Madison knew what to do with.

Bonnie leaned over to catch her mouth with hers. Soft and slow, her kiss somehow spoke everything Madison struggled to say. It tugged at every sensitive nerve, curling her toes, wrapping her in something delicate and warm.

Now that part of them was satiated, at least a little, everything else flooded back in—their show tonight, their future beyond that, all the things they needed to talk about.