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“When the time is right,” she replied calmly. “I trust you will know when that is. I’m not staying here to monitor you.” Fortune slipped out the door, leaving them alone in the haze of smoke and clashing scents and pitch black darkness.
“This is so fucking stupid,” Lola complained. “I’m giving her two minutes to get out of here and I’m leaving. I can’t wait not to have to deal with this waste of time.”
“It’s too bad that Fortune didn’t perform an exorcism.” Carmen shifted her weight. She’d already intended to leave as soon as they waited long enough for Fortune to be gone. “It’s the only way she’s going to fix whatever the hell is wrong with you.”
“Wrong with me?” Lola’s laugh dripped with sarcasm. “You’re the reason we’re trapped in here—”
“Can you keep your mouth shut for two fucking seconds?” Carmen flexed her fingers. The clashing smells and lingering smoke were making the walls in the closet fall away. Making her extremities numb and her head light. The sound of Lola’s voice was only amplifying the strangeness flooding her warming skin. There was no ventilation in the storage closet. What the hell was Fortune thinking, burning all that crap in there?
“As if I’m the one who can’t keep quiet,” Lola muttered, her voice amplified in the darkness.
Carmen clenched her back teeth. If Lola couldn’t stop talking, then she was just going to have to ignore her. But even Lola’s silence was aggravating. They were so close together, it was like Carmen could hear her thoughts being broadcast via a loudspeaker. She couldn’t let the moment pass without correcting her.
“You’re the one who can’t get over the Christmas party,” Carmen hurled the accusation before Lola could. “All mad because I didn’t call you after.”
Memories danced in the smoke between them. Their heated argument over something trivial. Carmen couldn’t remember what. But she remembered Lola’s unfairly soft lips and agonizingly skilled fingers.
“I’m the one who didn’t callyou,” Lola snapped, her anger rising like an addictive pulse Carmen could feel at her core. “And you can’t get over it.”
“Don’t you remember?” Laughing, Carmen leaned in, wishing she could look Lola in the face when she spoke. Guessing where her eyes were, Carmen stared straight ahead. “That’s funny, because my ears were ringing for days from you screaming my name over and over—”
“I was faking it,” Lola shot back defensively.
But Carmen could feel the lie in her bones. Lola had been sex personified in the back of Carmen’s SUV. She’d tightened around her fingers so many times, flooding her hand with something that couldn’t be faked.
Unable to let the lie stand, Carmen eviscerated the inches left between them. She found Lola’s mouth by the heat of her breath. Hovering over her lips, Carmen whispered a dare.
“Tell me you don’t want to kiss me again. That every time you see me, you don’t think of my tongue running down your body. Your fingers in my hair. Your body trembling and grinding against my mouth.”
“I don’t,” Lola replied, her voice barely a whisper, too weighed down with lies as it struggled out of her.
“Too scared of the truth?” Carmen’s pulse was hammering in her neck, her nerves and muscles and bones all screaming with the animalistic instinct to pounce. It was what Lola always reduced her to. Base instincts and primal hunger. “And here I thought you fancied yourself a badass, but—”
Lola didn’t give her a chance to step back. Instead, she lunged with the same pent up energy coiling and building in Carmen’s body. Her lips were on hers, as soft and hot as she remembered.
With a moan Carmen couldn’t control, she parted her lips and surrendered to the kiss that she’d dreamt about for months. That she’d yearned for and then hated herself for wanting.
But in the strange space and apart from the world, it was like they’d found a loophole. A way to take what they wanted. And Carmen fucking wanted.
CHAPTER11
In the darkness,Lola’s body betrayed her. Her hands reached for Carmen. She pulled her in by the waist. Crashed against her with lips and skin and touch and taste. She needed her closer. Nothing was close enough.
Carmen kissed her like she meant to consume her, but even that wasn’t enough. She wanted more. Wanted all of her. Needed all of her.
“Take this off,” Carmen demanded, her hands pushing at Lola’s jacket that now seemed liked the most ridiculous item of clothing. A garment designed only to keep them apart.
Lola wrestled with the damn thing, not caring where it landed. It was barely on the ground before Carmen was pulling off her shirt, buttons popping when she didn’t bother to unfasten them before yanking it over Lola’s head.
The rougher Carmen treated her, tearing at her like she needed her to stave off death, the more Lola’s own need ached and roared. She wanted Carmen on her more than she wanted her next breath.
“Fuck,” Lola moaned when Carmen’s teeth found her neck.
In the deprivation chamber, unable to see Carmen, to anticipate her next move, everything was thrilling. Every touch was coursing with the rush of surviving mortal peril. Desire and want and hunger screamed louder than any anger ever had.
“Tell me again you faked it,” Carmen’s taunt was accompanied by her hand in her bra, finding Lola’s hard nipple before taking it between her fingers. Her senses were too heightened, her touch flooding her body with more desire than the move warranted.
“Absolutely faked it,” Lola lied, earning a bite lower down the column of her neck while Carmen squeezed her nipple harder before rolling it between her fingers.
