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‘Me neither.’
They reached the bottom of Skirving Street, still spaceless. ‘Do you want to go in? Save you getting soaked if I have to park way down here,’ Holly said, indicating up Tantallon Road.
This felt so normal, so nonchalant, like they both weren’t focused on the moment after they crossed the threshold of Jen’s flat and tore each other’s clothes off. Jen’s core tightened, getting wetter.
‘I’m not going anywhere without you.’
Jen washappy to be the one with the keys. She didn’t know how Holly was being so calm. If it was the other way round she would be pawing away, not standing hugging herself, one eye on Chloe’s door, like Holly was.
A puddle of water surrounded them on the landing, having taken a fresh soaking when they legged it from the car. It was going to feel great to get these clothes off, regardless of how it happened.
After what felt like a lifetime, the key turned in the lock, the door of Jen’s flat tumbling open. She stepped aside, letting Holly go first.
Jen shimmed her jacket off as the flat door trundled shut with a click. She let the clothing fall to the floor, unwilling to waste another second.
In a heartbeat she closed the gap and pinned Holly to the wall, finally losing the distance that had kept them apart all this time.
Holly’s breathing filled her ears, her own chest keeping pace.
‘Fuck,’ Jen moaned, her hands back under Holly’s top. She ran her hand the length of Holly’s torso, her muscles stiffening under Jen’s touch as she followed the curve of her hips and waist, until she reached the wire of her bra. Jen’s thumbs ran over her breasts. Holly’s nipples were hard nubs, dying to be sucked.
You didn’t need to ask Jen twice. She grabbed the hem of Holly’s top and pulled it overhead, revealing Holly’s aubergine-coloured bra.
‘You now,’ Holly panted.
Jen sucked on the nape of Holly’s neck before taking a quick breather. ‘I had planned on wearing something a little sexier for you.’
‘Huh?’
Words were useless. Jen crossed her arms and lifted her T-shirt over her head, revealing her sports bra. She’d thought she was going to the shop; she’d meant to come home and change into something more suitable after. Never in a million years did she see this happening.
Flames burned in Holly’s eyes. ‘We’re going to have to chat about what’s sexy, because I think you’re pretty fucking perfect right now.’ With that, she pushed Jen against the wall, the feeling of Holly’s appraisal stoking the lust that balled in the pit of her belly. She’d forgotten how much of a turn on it was to see the hunger in a woman’s eyes as she took you in for the first time. Could you come from just a look? It certainly felt like Holly had the power.
Jen shuddered at Holly’s touch, her muscles tensing as Holly’s mouth bit and sucked under her ear, only breaking contact as her hands made light work of Jen’s bra, soon to be chucked to the floor. Holly’s bra followed.
It had been a lifetime since she’d felt skin against her own like this. She’d been worried she wouldn’t remember how to do this, but muscle memory was a wonderful thing. Jen ran her hands up Holly’s back, feeling every curve and valley, before resting them on her shoulder blades, pulling her closer. Holly’s stiff nipples pressed into Jen’s and a fresh flush of desire spread over her. Despite the goosebumps formed by wet clothing and cool air, Jen’s skin couldn’t be warmer.
Holly’s hands found the waistband of Jen’s joggers, slipping the soaking wet clothing to the ground. Jen stepped out of them, kicking them away.
Her new favourite thing in the world was feeling Holly’s smile as they kissed. The sensation of her lips pulling, like she was fighting it, only to break out into a stupid grin two seconds later.
It was an unmatchable high.
‘Can we go to your bedroom?’ Holly purred.
‘Of course.’
A few fumbling steps, neither wanting to break their kiss, and they were there. Holly pushed Jen onto the bed.
‘These need to come off,’ she said, pulling at the waistband of Jen’s pants.
Jen nodded as Holly guided them off, dropping them to the floor, her eyes fixed on Jen’s centre as she bit her bottom lip. There was that look again. Jen fought the urge to groan; she was so aroused that Holly might as well be touching her.
Holly edged forward, but Jen stopped her, a hand gently on her shoulder. ‘Not until I can see all of you, too.’
Without losing her gaze, Holly shimmied her shorts and pants off. Jen’s eyes drifted south.Fuck.
Holly was perfect.
