It Started at the Beach - Chapter 5
Sasha’s breath caught, her mouth hanging open as though the air could somehow make its own way into her lungs because she had no thought to breathe, no thought to move, no thought other than the suggestive path they were on.
Gigi was going to kiss her.
Gigi was…
‘But I can’t.’ Her friend turned away as she said it, the cool night air invading the space between them, and Sasha acted without thought. Thrusting her Champagne aside, she reached for Gigi’s waist. Her intent, to stop her pulling away further. The result, her friend’s more than willing body pressed up against her own, her face coming to rest a hair’s breadth away.
‘You can,’ she whispered.
They came together in an explosive kiss. A kiss that far outweighed anything she had ever before imagined. Gigi tasted so much better. Felt so much better. The soft drag of her lips, the dizzying sweep of her tongue, the tantalizing way she wrapped Sasha’s hair through her hand and tugged her head back to deepen the kiss.
Though Sasha couldn’t imagine it ever being deep enough. She wanted it all. To taste, to feel, to know Gigi in the ways she hadn’t before.
‘Are you sure about this?’ Gigi rasped against her lips.
‘I’m not sure about anything other than I need this.’
It was the truth. Her body craved it. Her soul craved it.
Gigi groaned against her mouth. ‘I need you too.’
Sasha raked her palm down Gigi’s side, seeking out the hem of her dress, easing it up her body, caressing her heated skin as she went. How long had she fantasised about this…dreamt of it? Yet nothing could have prepared her for the force of reality.
Gigi broke away, peppering kisses down her throat, her fingers slipping under the strap of Sasha’s dress and pulling it down as she trailed a hot, wet path to her breast. She’d never been so glad to have forgone a bra as the air reached her exposed nipple seconds before Gigi’s mouth claimed it.
She bit her lip to stop from crying out, her own hand gripping Gigi’s side for stability, for sanity…
‘You are delicious, so perfect…’ Gigi’s teeth grazed her skin with each word, and Sasha rocked, releasing Gigi’s side to slip around her front. Desperate to feel, to tease as she was teasing her…
She palmed the delicate swell of her breast, the laced mound fitting perfectly within her grasp, and Gigi moaned around her.
‘Maybe we should take this inside,’ Gigi rasped against her skin. ‘No one can see, but they can hear, and I’m not good at keeping quiet.’
God, just the thought of Gigi losing it at her hand, her mouth…she rolled her puckered nub between her thumb and forefinger.
‘Sash!’ Gigi flung back, her hand clutching Sasha’s to her chest to still her caress. ‘I mean it.’
Their heated gazes locked and a streak of fear worked its way in. To move away risked breaking it. The connection. The lust. The ill-considered whole darn lot. But to stay…Gigi’s thigh was locked tight against her, her whole body in a state of pent-up tension…fighting the building climax, preventing it even.
And she didn’t want that.
‘Okay.’
***
Gigi was hanging on by a thread.
Every sensation so intense, she couldn’t contain it. Not the feeling or the sounds escaping her lips. Sasha’s hand against her breast burning through her even now as she held her still.
God, she was stunning. Cheeks bright, eyes dark and glittering, her mouth swollen from their kiss. Her exposed breast glistening from Gigi’s lavish attention…
The ache between her thighs intensified, her eyes reconnecting with Sasha’s. ‘Let’s be quick.’
Champagne forgotten, they headed inside, reaching as far as the front room when Sasha spun into her. Her hands forking through her hair as she kissed her and uttered, ‘This is far enough.’
‘I couldn’t agree more.’
She wrenched Sasha’s dress down her body, her hands and mouth exploring every exposed inch as Sasha tugged Gigi’s dress up and over her head.
‘Let me look at you, Gigi.’
She stilled. Hell, she was accustomed to being looked at. She was a model after all, it was her livelihood. But Sash…
She swallowed the sudden nerves as she kissed a path from the tip of Sasha’s lace knickers back to her mouth, and then she stood back. In nothing more than red lace, the perfect match to her dress…
Sasha’s gaze burned, the way she bit into her bottom lip, urging Gigi on as she reached around her back and unfastened her bra. There was a time she’d wished for bigger breasts, thicker curves, to be more feminine…but all those doubts slipped away with the fabric.
‘You are perfect.’
The raw edge to Sasha’s voice, the look in her eye…Gigi felt it to her core as she reached for her hand and pulled her in close. Body pressed against body, she kissed her deep before admitting the truth that had been locked inside her for so long.
‘And so are you.’
Because Sasha was perfect. Perfect for her in every way, she realised. She was the one, her only one, a fact she had been unwittingly fighting for as long as she had known her. And a fact she would go on fighting come tomorrow. But right now, she was doing as her friend had commanded and living for the moment. For every kiss Sasha now delivered to her throat, her collarbone, her breast…every sweep of her tongue and stroke of her hand…
She rocked against Sasha’s mouth when she reached the lace of her thong, looked down to find her blue eyes burning up at her and lost herself in that fire.
There can be no coming back from this.
But even as the warning tried to penetrate the lustful haze, she bound her hand in Sasha’s ponytail and held on for dear life…