start.”
When Kiera hung her head, Romi couldn’t take it anymore. She scooted
across the couch, took Kiera’s mug from her hands, and set it back on the
coffee table. Kiera’s hands were warm from the cup when Romi gripped
them tightly. She smoothed her thumb over the knuckles of Kiera’s left
hand.
“We could start like this.”
Romi’s lips claimed Kiera’s and she kissed her ravenously. She didn’t
hold back and neither did Kiera. Romi poured all of her longing and
frustration into the kiss. It wasn’t long until she was fumbling with Kiera’s
shirt. She swept a hand under the fabric, and when her fingers brushed
Kiera’s smooth skin, Romi trembled.
“Bedroom,” Kiera gasped between furious kisses. “Now.”
The words sent a fresh wave of heat surging through Romi’s veins. She
could only nod. Somehow they untangled themselves. Romi took Kiera’s
hand and led her down the hall to her bedroom. Romi wasn’t concentrating
on anything except Kiera. The walls could have been painted neon yellow
and flashed on and off and she wouldn’t have noticed.
She barely had time to wonder what Kiera must think of her tiny
apartment and her even smaller bedroom. Her bed had a brass headboard.
There was only a single dresser and a few token stretched canvas prints
decorating the walls. She only thought about it for a few seconds, in
passing, and then Kiera’s hands were at her waist, propelling her backwards
and thoughts of anything else shut off completely.
It was just Kiera.
It felt like it had always been just Kiera.
Chapter 18
Kiera
Kiera thought about holding back, taking her time, but like the first time
she’d tasted and touched Romi, she couldn’t control herself. Slow wasn’t a