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“I will keep that in mind. I need to get my own place. I told Kerri I’d stay for the first year. I know she’s settled in Colorado, but she might want to have this as a vacation home they can come to whenever they want.”
“I know I’ve made a big deal about your age,” Charlotte started as she floated on her back, letting her body go, the water warm against her skin. She could hear Lara swimming back towards her after doing a quick lap, that topic of conversation naturally dying. “But I don’t think you’re immature in any way,” Charlotte said as she lifted her head and let her legs fall. “I didn’t want you to think that maybe that was my opinion of you or that you were too young to be a successful agent. I already didn’t think that. Kerri choosing you to take over her clients was enough to tell me that you were good at what you do. That you were trustworthy.”
Lara drifted towards the edge of the pool, leaning against it as Charlotte did the same. “What are you trying to say?”
Charlotte searched her eyes, letting herself float a little closer, her hand resting on Lara’s hip underneath the water. “I’m wondering why I can’t just let myself go, let myself want you.” Charlotte’s eyes lowered to Lara’s lips as she spoke. “Let this be whatever it’s going to be.”
Lara lifted her hand, water droplets cascading down her arm, her fingertips ghosting Charlotte’s cheek and jawline as she spoke. “While I appreciate how honest you’ve been with me, I wonder what would happen if we stopped talking.”
Lara’s words hovered in the air, their gazes locked, and Charlotte couldn’t say who made the first move, but Charlotte’s eyes fluttered shut as their lips met in a slow, sensual kiss.
A low moan left Lara’s lips when Charlotte used the hand on Lara’s hip to press her back up against the pool wall, and Charlotte groaned as Lara’s legs wrapped around her waist as their lips parted, their tongues searching.
Charlotte gripped the edge of the pool, the other hand around Lara’s waist, keeping them afloat as they deepened the kiss, the sensation of Lara’s nearly naked and wet body pressed against her overloading her senses.
Charlotte’s hand slid lower to Lara’s ass, squeezing it under the water, and Lara broke the kiss, her hand on Charlotte’s neck, her breathing ragged.
“Fuck, you drive me crazy,” Lara murmured before she found Charlotte’s lips again, hungrily kissing her, her tongue darting across Charlotte’s, lighting up every nerve ending in her body.
Charlotte lost herself in the kiss, finally giving in, letting her body take the lead instead of her head.
Charlotte sighed into the kiss as Lara’s hand slid behind her head, holding her close as they kissed for long, delicious moments, and as Charlotte finally pulled away, in need of air, she knew she couldn’t deny this all-consuming desire any longer.
“Take me to bed, Lara,” Charlotte said in a rush, and her breath caught as she witnessed Lara’s eyes darken, her mouth falling open before she recovered, tilting her head to kiss her once more before guiding them towards the steps and into the house.
13
Lara pushed open her bedroom door, her hand still holding onto Charlotte’s as she led them towards the bed, her entire body tingling with a mixture of unprecedented desire and excitement.
Charlotte’s suggestion to come up here, and the breathy voice she’d delivered it with, still echoed in Lara’s mind as she gently tugged Charlotte into her arms, their lips meeting in an achingly slow kiss, as if both of them knew that this was different, that this was about more than lust.
Because Charlotte never gave her the impression that this was just a lust-filled attraction, and Lara was starting to see that this was why Charlotte was reluctant to start something, because there was a deeper attraction here, because there was room to get hurt.
But as Charlotte’s lips parted against her own, warm hands sliding up Lara’s side and around her back, Lara felt like something had changed in Charlotte. That she was saying fuck the consequences. That she wanted Lara enough to risk getting hurt, and as much as that filled Lara with confidence, she wanted to respect that too, taking her time with Charlotte, giving her every opportunity to stop this if she had a change of heart.
Lara lost herself in the kiss, in the feeling of Charlotte’s hands on her back and waist, of the warmth of Charlotte’s body clashing with the cold dampness of her wet bra.
“Fuck,” Charlotte murmured a few moments later as she pulled away, her arms covered in goosebumps. “I don’t want to stop kissing you, but I’m freezing.”
“Shit.” Lara took a step back, her eyes sweeping over Charlotte’s gorgeous body, but she was shivering ever so slightly. “Hold on.”
Lara ducked into the bathroom and turned on the shower, grabbing two of the rolled-up towels from the wooden shelf just inside the door. She unfurled one of them, holding it out for Charlotte to step into.
“The shower will be ready in a second,” Lara said, her hands running up and down the towel where it covered Charlotte’s arms. “You should have told me sooner.”
“And stop kissing you?” Charlotte said with a laugh although it mixed with a shudder.
“Come on.” Lara took her hand and led her into the bathroom. “Take your time. Get warm. I might jump in after you just to warm up.”
Charlotte hung up her towel, and Lara’s gaze dropped to the curve of her ass, the wet black panties leaving very little to the imagination. “You’re not joining me?” Charlotte asked as she turned around, catching Lara staring.
“Uh… You want me to?” Lara couldn’t hide her shock. Yesterday, Charlotte was debating whether or not she should be kissing her, and now when they were about to sleep together, she was suggesting an intimate shower together? Something that might have been weeks down the road in all of Lara’s previous experiences? “Yeah.”
“Don’t look so shocked,” Charlotte said with a smirk, reaching behind her to unhook her bra.
Lara breath stalled when her eyes landed on Charlotte’s full breasts, her nipples rock hard from the cold. She slid off her underwear next and stepped into the shower, leaving Lara standing there, barefoot on the tiles, still not fully believing that this could be happening right now.
“You coming?” Charlotte asked, the steam rising around her, making her nearly invisible behind the glass, carrying the scent of citrusy soap.
