Addison led her out the door of the enormous room that housed the party and down a hall to their left. The music faded, as did the din of conversation and the clinking of plates and glassware. Soon the only sound was that of their heels clicking down the deserted hallway. They passed several closed doors until they came to one that Addison stopped at and pushed open.
No lights were on and Addison left it that way as she closed the door behind them, but there was a window with no blinds, the moonlight giving what looked to be a small, unused office a bluish tint. It was quiet, and it was sexy being in there alone with Addison. It was so incredibly sexy.
Katie let her gaze roam from the window back to Addison, who took a step toward her so their bodies almost touched, but not quite. Addison’s shoes made her three inches taller than normal, but Katie’s strappy ones lifted her as well. Her nose at Addison’s chin, she looked up into those eyes.
God, those eyes.
There was so much in them when you took the time to look.
Right now? Excitement. A little fear. And hunger. Sweet Jesus, the hunger.
Katie tipped her head up, thinking she couldn’t wait one more second for that mouth to be on hers, but Addison pulled back subtly. Katie tried again. Addison repeated the gesture and the slight lift in the corner of her mouth clued Katie in.
“You’re teasing me,” she whispered.
Addison’s hand came up, slid along Katie’s cheek, warm fingers curled around the back of her neck and she leaned in so very slowly, her lips a hair’s breadth from Katie’s. Their noses touched as Addison shifted, tipped her head the other way and then back.
Katie whimpered.
Actually whimpered.
“Please, Addison.” Another whisper, words she had no control over. They just tumbled from her, laced with want. With need.
“Please what?” Addison’s whisper was just as sexy as her low, husky voice. Maybe more so in that moment.
Katie brought her hand up, touched her fingertips to Addison’s full bottom lip, pretty sure her entire body was about to burst into flame. “Please kiss me. Please. Kiss me.”
She barely got the last word out before Addison’s mouth was on hers, and Katie heard herself whimper again at the blessed contact. Everything fell away until nothing existed in Katie’s world but Addison’s mouth, her tongue pressing into Katie’s. In an unexpected blast of clarity, she realized she could no longer tell where she ended and Addison began; they were one. Addison’s hands were everywhere…gripping the back of her head, at the small of her back, pressing them impossibly closer to each other, cupping her ass. Katie tried to focus, tried to concentrate on the glorious body under her hands, let them slide and stroke and skim along it. When she felt one of Addison’s full breasts, she gently squeezed, her thumb brushing against the bare skin left exposed by fabric. She wrenched their mouths apart long enough to speak.
“This dress, by the way?” she said quietly, sliding both hands up to that open V. She looked into Addison’s shockingly dark eyes. “Fucking killing me.”
“Yeah?”
“You have no idea.”
“Oh, I think I might, because I’ve wanted to rip yours off since the second you walked through the door.”
A laugh bubbled up from deep within Katie and escaped before she could catch it.
Addison’s brow furrowed. “What’s funny?”
Katie’s gaze fell on Addison’s mouth, on her kiss-swollen lips, and the smile grew more serious. “I was thinking earlier how strange it was that we never talked about that kiss in your office, and I was wondering if I should bring it up or if I’d just make it weird.” Her voice dropped to a whisper as she pulled Addison’s mouth down to hers. “I guess I don’t have to now, huh?”
There was no time. No clock. They kissed for what might have been hours or might have been minutes. Maybe years. Katie couldn’t tell. And she didn’t care. She wanted to make out with Addison Fairchild forever; that was the only clear thought in her head.
“Come home with me,” Addison said then, and had to clear her throat, repeat herself.
Katie nodded. “Yes.” There was no question. No hesitation. She wanted this more than she remembered ever wanting anything in her life. “Yes.”
If they could’ve snuck out a back door, they would have, but it was December and thirty-seven degrees and they were in evening wear and their coats were near the front entrance. They walked side by side back down the hall, sound and light growing as they approached the coat check. Katie smiled at a man who walked past them, and she wondered if he could tell simply by looking at her that she’d had Addison’s tongue in her mouth less than five minutes ago. She swallowed hard as a fresh surge of arousal poked at her lower body, and she brought her fingers to her lips.
“Stop that,” Addison whispered, and when Katie looked up at her, she was grinning. “God, you’re beautiful.”
Katie blushed; she could feel the heat in her face, her ears.
The coat check person handed over their coats to Addison and she thanked him. Turning to Katie, she asked, “Shall we?”
With a nod, Katie followed Addison toward the front entrance of the convention hall where many drivers seemed to be hanging out. Ty caught her eye and immediately sprang into action.
“Ready to go already, Ms. Fairchild?”
He held the door for them, then offered both elbows as they crossed the walkway to the limo that was parked in the horseshoe driveway, along with several others. Katie was surprised to see it was running, which she hoped meant it was warm inside. As if on cue, a shiver ran through her body.
“Almost there, Ms. Cooper,” Ty reassured her.
The car was warm. Blissfully so. Once they were settled in the back seat and facing each other, Ty took his place behind the steering wheel. Watching them in the rearview mirror, he asked Addison their destination.
“My place, Ty. And could you close the privacy screen, please?”
Ty gave a nod and then a black partition slid up into place, effectively ensconcing them in the back seat, alone in the dark. Before Katie even registered what was happening, Addison switched seats so she sat next to Katie, their thighs pressed together. Katie looked up at her, at the raw desire on her face, and wondered if it mirrored her own.
Addison laid a hand on Katie’s thigh, rubbed her thumb in a circle on her knee, watched her own movements. “For the record, I really want to kiss you right now, but I’m afraid if I start, I won’t be able to stop.”
Katie completely understood that, especially given the fact that she couldn’t make herself form actual words because the nerves in her leg seemed to be connected directly to her center, and it felt like tiny little explosions were being detonated there. She forced down a swallow, then covered Addison’s hand with hers, halting the movement. When Addison looked up at her, Katie tilted her head slightly and arched one eyebrow in what she hoped came off as a sexy expression.
Judging by Addison’s heavy-lidded gaze and the way she wet her lips, Katie was pretty sure she’d succeeded. Addison gave her a small nod of understanding and said simply, “Okay.”
* * *
If she was asked in a court of law—on the witness stand, her hand on a Bible, as she swore to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help her God—to recall aloud the path from the limo to inside her loft, Addison would sit in unhelpful, blinking silence. She honestly had no memory of that. It was as if they were in the limo, Addison’s hand on Katie’s warm thigh, Katie’s warm hand on Addison’s, holding it in place, and then suddenly, they were in the loft and then kicking off their heels and then Addison was leading Katie by the hand down the hall to her bedroom. For the first time in her life, Addison understood what it felt like when somebody said they “lost time.”
But none of that mattered. Not the limo ride. Not the fact that Addison had left the gala much earlier than expected and that she hadn’t exactly been subtle about leading Katie out of the party. Not that she woul
d certainly hear about it later. No, she tucked that all away, refusing to worry about any of it right now.
None of it mattered.
The only thing of any importance was this moment. Right here. They stood in Addison’s bedroom, the dim light from the hall spilling in just enough for them to see each other. Katie was breathtaking. Literally. When she’d walked into the party, all the air seemed to leave Addison’s lungs, and all she could do was stare. She still felt a little light-headed, even now, standing in front of Katie, torn between wanting to simply stare at the beauty of her in her evening attire and wanting to see what was underneath that evening attire. Everything that was underneath.
Katie took a step toward her, which left very little space between them. She lifted a hand and wrapped her finger in a chunk of Addison’s hair, gave it a gentle tug. Addison heard her swallow, and when Katie looked up, her dark eyes had gone impossibly darker, almost black.
Addison was all about the buildup. The anticipation. She ran the backs of her fingers along Katie’s cheek, felt the heated skin, heard the slight increase in her breathing. Katie’s hands moved, gripped Addison’s waist, pulled her in, closer, so their hips pressed together.
Addison’s gaze fell to Katie’s mouth. Those full, delicious lips that were now parted, glistening, and any plans she had of drawing out this foreplay flew right out the window.
She couldn’t wait any longer.
This kiss was slower, not nearly as frantic as the one earlier, but it was no less heated. In fact, it was more so. Addison felt it, that red-hot wave of arousal, of desire. It seemed to start at her toes and work its way up, aiming right for her center where it set up a subtle throbbing as she kissed Katie Cooper with everything she had.
Addison was lost, with no idea about anything but the mouth beneath hers. When Katie pulled hers away, Addison felt like part of her world had been taken, and a tiny sound of protest pushed from her lips.
“God, Addison,” Katie said, her breathing ragged. She ran her fingertips across Addison’s bottom lip, and when Addison leaned in for another kiss, Katie pulled back and one corner of her mouth tugged up. “Wait,” she whispered, then took a step back. Reaching up, she unfastened whatever was holding her hair in place, and it tumbled down around her shoulders, the curls still present, making her look sexily tousled. She waved one finger up and down in front of Addison. “I want that dress off.” Her voice was quiet, but firm. Commanding. Addison arched a brow, deciding to play a little bit.
“Aren’t I the boss around here?” she asked.
“Not tonight,” Katie replied simply and in the same tone. “I’d do it myself, but I’m afraid I’d get impatient and just rip it.” She paused, looked pointedly at Addison. “Off.”
Yeah, okay, that was hot. Addison could admit it. So much for playing. Reaching behind her, she pulled the zipper at the small of her back down slowly, then ran her fingers along the V in the front to loosen the adhesive she’d had to use to prevent any wardrobe malfunctions. After that, she was able to grip the front and simply pull each side down, over her arms. Her eyes never left Katie’s face as she pushed the dress over her hips and let it drop into a red pool of fabric at her feet. Katie’s gaze on her felt tangible, as if she could actually feel her eyes as they roamed over her nearly naked body.
“My God,” Katie said, her voice an awed whisper. “You were wearing a thong all night?”
“I was.”
“I wish I’d known—” Katie barely finished the words before holding up a halting hand. “No. It’s probably better that I didn’t.” She stepped closer to Addison and, with that same halting hand, made a move to touch her.
Addison caught that hand in mid-reach, and when Katie looked up in surprise, she shook her head. “Your turn,” she said. “Much as I hate to see that gorgeously sparkly dress go, I’m much more interested in what’s under it.”
Katie stared at her for a moment, and Addison almost wondered if she was going to refuse. But then she turned her back to Addison, lifted her hair off her shoulders, and waited. Understanding, Addison held her breath as she slowly pulled the zipper down, exposing Katie’s back and her black bra, and Katie stepped away before Addison could touch.
Facing her again, Katie peeled the dress off and, like Addison, let it puddle on the floor around her feet. She stood there in a black lace bra and matching string bikinis, and Addison had a hard time catching her breath. Or forming a thought. Or speaking. At all. Instead, she simply brought her fingers to her lips and slowly shook her head in complete and total awe of the beauty on display in front of her.
Apparently, Katie wasn’t about to wait any longer. Addison saw the shift, saw it on her face just as readily as if Katie had said it out loud. Her eyes narrowed under heavy lids. Her nostrils flared slightly. She wet her lips with her tongue. And then she moved. She quickly stepped out of the dress, took the two steps needed to put her directly in front of Addison, grabbed her head in both hands, and crushed their mouths together in such a flurry of action that Addison had no time to do anything but yip out a little cry of surprise and then let herself sink. She couldn’t help it. If she had to sink with somebody, she could think of nobody she’d rather go under with than Katie Cooper.
Making out took on a whole new level of eroticism when both women were almost naked. Addison flinched in surprise when Katie found her breast, kneaded it gently before quickly zeroing in on a nipple, pulling a gasp from her throat. Addison held her tightly, pulled her in closer, and felt the expanse of Katie’s back under her palms, the skin warm, silky. She felt like she couldn’t get Katie close enough, tried to pull her more tightly against her own body.
One thing she was sure of: She’d had enough of standing. Slowly, she backed them toward the bed until Katie’s thighs hit the mattress. She sat, then slid herself backward, her eyes never leaving Addison’s, until she was sitting in the middle. Addison crawled after her, on top of her, forcing Katie to lie back.
“It’s so hard to go slow,” Addison whispered, her lips millimeters from Katie’s. “I want to. I really do.”
Katie’s responding smile was filled with understanding. “I know. I want to go slow, too.” She stroked Addison’s cheek as her eyes became hooded. “Maybe we can do that later.” With a quick move, she flipped their bodies and Addison found herself on her back without even realizing it had happened. Katie’s mouth was on hers before she could protest. And then she didn’t want to.
Addison had never been with any woman like Katie. In the past, her sexual partners—and there hadn’t been many—expected Addison to take the lead. And she had; she didn’t mind that. But Katie taking the lead was new. Refreshing. And fucking sexy as hell.
Using her knees, Katie pushed Addison’s legs apart, braced over her on all fours, and just…looked. Her eyes roamed Addison’s body, slowly scanning over her neck, her shoulders, stopping for several long seconds at her breasts. She brought one hand up, laid it on Addison’s throat, stroked the skin there. Trailed it down to cup a breast, and she looked directly into Addison’s eyes as she kneaded it, stroked it, finally focusing on the nipple, gently squeezing it, seemingly gauging Addison’s reaction. Which was to suck in a breath and to have no control over the gentle rocking of her hips.
Katie looked down and saw the movement, and a sensual smile spread across her face. “Did you want something, Addison?” she whispered.
“Yes. I want you.”
“You’re gonna have to wait your turn, I’m afraid.” Then Katie took the other nipple into her mouth and sucked. Hard. Addison felt the gentle pain of teeth and hissed in a breath. “Sorry. Too hard?”
Addison grinned and shook her head.
“Good.” Katie shifted her position, moving her knees up, which forced Addison’s legs farther apart. Again, she stared into Addison’s eyes as she trailed her fingers down Addison’s stomach, along the outside of her thigh, then up the inside. When she brushed against Addison’s center, the touch was so subtle, Addison wondered i
f she’d imagined it. Then Katie did it again, and this time, there was no imagining. Again and again, Katie skimmed her finger over Addison, feather-light, until Addison was tossing her head back and forth, lifting her hips in a plea for more contact, one hand gripping Katie’s forearm, the other crushing the corner of the pillow under her head.
“Damn it, Katie,” she said through clenched teeth. She couldn’t take any more. “Please. Please.”
“Well, since you asked nicely.”
Katie’s fingers plunged into Addison’s wetness and Addison was pretty sure she was going to simply explode, leave a pile of ash on her very expensive sheets. But that didn’t happen right away. Katie pushed in, circled, pulled out. Slowly, over and over, until Addison couldn’t pinpoint exactly what she was doing at all. Was she inside? Was she touching her center? It all blurred into one mind-blowing wave of pleasure…and that’s when the explosion happened.
Katie stayed with her, kept her hand pressed between Addison’s legs as the orgasm ripped through her, forcing sounds from her throat she’d never made in her entire life. Every muscle in her body tightened like it might snap, and she lifted her hips off the bed as she grasped blindly for the headboard, something, anything to hold on to. If asked her own name in that moment, she’d have had no idea. Nothing mattered but the unfathomable pleasure that blasted through her body and the woman that had caused it. Nothing.
With no idea how long it took her to come down, for her heartbeat to return somewhat to normal, for her lungs to work again, Addison finally opened her eyes. Katie was on her side, braced on an elbow, head in her hand, her other hand stroking Addison’s stomach.
“Hi,” she said, a very satisfied smile on her face.
“Oh, my God,” Addison said, surprised to find herself still a little breathless.
“I will take that as a compliment.”
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