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CHAPTER39
Using her shoulder,Lauren pushed open her sticky front door. “I have to fix that.” She scratched the back of her neck. Suddenly, the idea of bringing Sylvie back to her place didn’t seem optimal. She still had so much left to remodel. “We can go to your house if you’re more comfortable.”
Sylvie followed her inside. Her eyes bouncing around the living room Lauren was still bringing back to its original mid-century glory.
With a tiny smile dancing on the corner of her painted red lips, Sylvie raised a brow. “Are you nervous?”
Lauren took stock of her body. There was a quivering in her chest. A tremble in her fingers. Anticipation had turned into pressure. After all these years, there was nothing standing in between them.
Sylvie took a step toward her. Instead of teasing her, she wrapped her arms around Lauren’s waist. With wide, honey eyes, Sylvie looked up at her. “I’m a little nervous, too.”
Lauren wanted to make a joke. Point out that Sylvie was willingly forgoing the opportunity to mock her. Instead, she pressed her forehead against Sylvie’s.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” Lauren confessed, letting the warmth of Sylvie’s body in her arms soothe her unexpected nerves.
Sylvie’s palms glided up Lauren’s back, leaving a ripple of goosebumps despite the shirt acting as a barrier to her touch. “Are we going to stand around, or are you going to show me your room?”
Lauren smirked. “Right to where the magic happens, huh?”
Sylvie tipped her head to one side. “I think fifteen years is a long enough wait. Don’t you?”
Dipping her head toward Sylvie, Lauren indicated her agreement with a kiss.
Sliding her hand along the wall, Lauren kept her lips on Sylvie as she guided her backward toward her bedroom. Any lingering nerves melted away as she lost herself in the clash of lips and tongues and teeth. A nice change from their previous hostilities, but somehow just as intense.
The dark bedroom was only illuminated by the hall light. Once they’d crossed the threshold and stopped at the foot of Lauren’s king-sized bed, Lauren started unbuttoning her tuxedo shirt.
“Wait,” Sylvie whispered breathlessly against her lips. “Not yet.”
Lauren smirked, her mouth brushing against Sylvie’s parted lips as she spoke. “You like the look that much?”
“Maybe I do. So what?” Sylvie countered like Lauren had just accused her of stealing.
“I wish I’d worn it to the dance then.” Lauren ran her open palms over Sylvie’s backside as she pulled her in.
“No,” Sylvie bit her bottom lip and pulled, sending a searing hot current pulsating through Lauren’s body. “Then all those other girls would be looking at you.”
Lauren chuckled and squeezed Sylvie’s backside before she starting pulling up her dress. “I should’ve guessed you’d be possessive.”
Spinning them around, Sylvie pushed Lauren onto the unmade bed where she landed on her back with a bounce.
“Yeah, and? You have a problem with that?” Sylvie climbed on top of her, her dress falling over her parted thighs as she straddled Lauren’s hips.
On top of her, Sylvie was perfect. Her wavy, light brown hair grazed the very edge of her shoulders as she looked down at Lauren.
“Is this how you want to tell me you like me?” Lauren slid her hands under Sylvie’s dress and over her smooth, bare thighs.
Sylvie closed her eyes, her hips rocking slowly as if moved by a distant song Lauren couldn’t hear, but she could feel vibrating rhythmically in her body.
“Do you really need so much reassurance?” Sylvie’s voice was so low and breathy there was no room for any bite.
Lauren pushed Sylvie’s dress up and gripped her hips, pressing her harder against her pelvis. The contact with the rough material of her pants made Sylvie gasp and her brow furrow.
The sight sent a pulse of desire rushing to Lauren’s aching flesh. She indulged in the moment before flipping Sylvie over and climbing on top of her, insinuating herself between her parted thighs.
“I’m really going to have to give you something better to do with that mouth you can’t stop running, huh?” Lauren hovered above Sylvie’s lips before plunging into a deep, penetrating kiss.
As Sylvie moaned, she dug her nails into Lauren’s back. The perfect combination of pleasure and pain. Just like Sylvie.
