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Charlie took a lungful of air and pushed out her chest. When she exhaled, her words tumbled out. “I feel sick when I’m not with you. I walk around, thinking about you. I don’t know when it started, but I’ve been like this for a long time. And I’ve tried to be friends. I even let you go to another country without saying anything. But I can’t do it anymore.”
Elda took Charlie’s hands and looked up into her face. Her eyes were soft. “Don’t.” She put two fingers to Charlie’s lips.
Charlie’s shoulders sank. She’d said too much and ruined their friendship.
“Charlie, I’ve wanted you since that first day you came to my studio. I tried hard not to, and for a little while, I abandoned you for work. But I want you too.” Elda wrapped her hand around Charlie’s neck and their lips met.
It was gentle, barely there. Charlie drew back. She cradled Elda’s cheeks with her palms. They stood still for a few moments, their breaths shallow and rapid. “Really?”
“Really.” Elda’s voice was low and certain.
She drew Charlie back into the kiss. It lingered and their breasts came together. It was harder this time, desire rising through Charlie’s pelvis. She steadied herself, pushed away the dressing gown from Elda’s shoulders and exhaled at the beauty of her bare neck.
Usually, Charlie would be half-naked by now and calling the shots. But this was different; she wanted to take in every moment of Elda.She took a half-step backand traced the fabric of Elda’s pyjamas. She pulled at the thin layer of cotton separating her from the body she was so hungry for.
Elda came closer and kissed behind Charlie’s ear. It was like a nerve had been switched on between her neck and her groin. Everything was alive. Charlie slipped her hand beneath the fabric and drew their lips together. Elda unbuttoned her pyjama top. Charlie kept kissing her, breaking away to sigh at Elda’s body in the firelight. She cupped Elda’s breasts then took a nipple in her mouth.
Elda gasped and tipped her head back, and Charlie’s thighs quivered. She was so wet and aching, it was almost painful.
She pushed Elda’s pyjamas down to the floor and guided them both to the sofa. After laying Elda down, she stepped out of her own jeans and pulled off her T-shirt. When their bodies reconnected, Charlie straddled Elda, and her skin was on fire. Every touch sent waves of pleasure through her muscles. This was like nothing she’d ever experienced with anyone.
“You still have too many clothes on,” Elda said, kissing behind Charlie’s ear and pulling her bra over her head.
Charlie’s naked breasts touched Elda’s, and she thought she might come just like that. But Elda’s fingers were at the back of her thigh, reaching under the edge of her underwear, discovering how wet and ready she was.
“You feel amazing,” Elda said, as she drew her finger over Charlie’s centre.
“I want you inside me.” Charlie craved Elda’s body. Every nerve stood on end, expectant.
Elda pushed away Charlie’s boxers and filled her with two fingers. She rose and fell slowly, first kissing Elda and then stretching up to nudge her nipple between Elda’s welcoming lips.
Elda used her thumb to reach Charlie’s clit and brushed it lightly and then more firmly.
It was too much. Charlie pushed her hips against Elda’s hands, weak and unable to control her impulses. She dipped her head and took Elda’s lips in her mouth, desperate to kiss her. Their eyes met, and Elda smiled and quickened the pace of her touch.
Charlie grabbed the back of the sofa and rode through her climax. She came with Elda clamping her breast, her fingers curling inside her, and her thumb at her centre. It was everything. Elda slowed down, took Charlie’s face in her hands, and eased her fingers through her tangled hair.
Exhausted, Charlie moved back to study Elda’s face. “Here you are.” Charlie smiled and touched Elda’s earlobe.
“Here I am,” Elda whispered.
The ecstasy and fear took a sudden hold and threatened her. She knew how losing her person could leave her hollow and broken. Now she’d found Elda and opened herself up, she was shaken by how much more she could lose.
Chapter Twenty
Elda woke up with the warmth of Charlie’s body against her. She replayed last night, and a heat rose up through her legs to her cheeks. She had imagined touching Charlie for weeks. She leaned back into the bed and took in what was in front of her. Her fantasy was beneath her hands as she stroked Charlie’s spine and lower back. She swallowed, wrapping her mind around what had happened. She’d lost all control in Charlie’s arms.
Her breath was shallow as she kissed Charlie’s hairline. There would be time to rationalise all of this, but for now, her body was in charge. Elda already knew her way across Charlie’s skin. She traced the contours of her ribs and breasts and pulled her into a close embrace.
Charlie stirred under her fingertips. She sighed and turned to face Elda. In the winter dawn, they looked at each other without speaking, knowing so deeply that no words were needed. Elda gave in. Her body had been holding back so much. Every time she had given herself to someone else, she hadn’t even known that she was only half there.
Here, she let her whole self be seen and touched. She opened her eyes as Charlie kissed her neck and pressed her lips over her chest and stomach. Heat rose inside her, almost too much to bear.
She rested. Safe in Charlie’s arms, allowing her thoughts to drift.
“Are you okay?” Charlie asked.
Elda raised her sleepy eyelids and smiled her affirmation. “I’m more than okay.”
