“Now look who’s making bold moves.” She rested in Ade’s embrace, against her firm chest. “I could always come up and enjoy the company of two Poole sisters for the price of one?” She smirked, putting her hand on Ade’s hips.
“That’d be weird.” Ade frowned. “Oh, you’re joking, right?”
“Come on, you.” She cupped Ade’s cheeks. “Could we just kiss again though, just to make sure I like it?”
Ade grinned and delivered a dozen tiny kisses along Sylvie’s throat all the way to her earlobe. She liked it, more than anything she could think of. Desire rushed through her mind, fanning a heat through her veins and pumping blood to every inch of her body.
Time stopped while Sylvie surrendered to Ade’s touch, before it sped up again, and they walked hand in hand toward her own apartment block. Sylvie hadn’t thought through what would happen if Ade had actually come home with her. But one thing was sure: she didn’t want to break away now that they’d finally come together.
At the main door, Sylvie looked to Ade for assurance. Did Ade want her too? Was this happening? Her heart raced as Ade undressed her with her eyes, peeling every layer of clothing from her right there in the shadows. Sylvie’s knees buckled, wishing Ade would spare her the agonizing wait of climbing the staircase. Ade nodded as if the same filthy thoughts had run through her own mind. But just like they had to wait for their kiss, they’d wait for the rest. However achingly long that wait might be.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Every single momenthad led them here. Ade brushed a strand of hair from Sylvie’s temple, envying its curl around her earlobe. How she wished she could nestle that close to Sylvie’s skin all day and all night. She touched her lips and came alive with the replay. Sylvie’s taste, the stroke of her hand, the whisper of her smile against Ade’s cheek, all in vivid color.
She no longer regretted the missed kiss: the one that should have been the night that Paul had met them in la Place de la Comédie. Because when it had finally arrived, it was everything it was meant to be.
Ade’s breath caught in her throat as the anticipation of what might come next almost overwhelmed her. She scanned the bedroom, barely able to take in any details except the smooth landscape of the double bed that they were about to land on together. Every stolen gasp and arch of Sylvie’s back promised one thing: that crisp sheet was about to get pretty crumpled.
Ade held Sylvie’s shoulders for a second, creating a short but intolerable distance between them.
“What is it?” Sylvie asked, her brow furrowing with doubt and confusion.
“I just want to remember this,” Ade said, trying to hold onto the moment for as long as possible in case this frenzied lust was all they had. She forced herself to take pictures for the memory book inside her brain, feeding that kernel of fear that once they were physically sated, Sylvie wouldn’t need any more from her.
Sylvie peeled off her clothes, layer by layer, as if she was enjoying Ade’s physical reaction. She kneeled on the edge of thebed, in her underwear. Her face softened, and she gazed at Ade with an understanding in her eyes. “Look at me.” She tipped her chin with a stroke of her perfect finger. “I want you.”
Ade’s abdomen turned inside out, and her breath caught in her chest. How could Sylvie do these things to her body with just words? She had no idea before this moment that a look and a jumble of vowels and consonants could render her simultaneously immobile and trembling with unspent energy.
“Do you want me?” Sylvie asked, a flicker of doubt crossing her face.
Ade moaned, incapable of uttering a coherent sentence. She met Sylvie’s parted lips with her own and Sylvie’s back arched in response, inching closer until all that remained between them was the thinnest fabric of their underwear.
Ade stripped off her own tank top with one hand. “Can I?” She gestured to the thin strap of Sylvie’s bra and peeled it off her shoulder.
Sylvie unhooked her own clasp with a single flick and revealed her breasts in their magnificence. Ade’s breath stuttered again, and she blinked to commit the contours of Sylvie’s body to her memory.
“Can I touch you?” Sylvie whispered. She peppered a line of kisses along Ade’s neck and drew them both onto the mattress.
Ade resisted the urge to devour her and lingered in a kneeling position between Sylvie’s legs, a smile forming as she imagined what might come next.
“Never mind rehearsing it, Ade. Just do it.” Sylvie grabbed at the waistband of her shorts. “And take these off.”
Obeying Sylvie’s command, Ade rose from the bed just long enough to dispense with her own shorts and Sylvie’s panties.
“I can’t wait any longer,” Sylvie said between shallow breaths.
The rise and fall of Sylvie’s chest grew erratic as Ade covered her body with her own.
They kissed harder than ever. Ade had never wanted someone so much in all her life. She cried out with frustration that she couldn’tput the strength of her desire into words.
“Are you okay?” Sylvie asked, drawing back against the pillow. “What is it?”
“It hurts.” It was all Ade could say, pulling Sylvie back to her.
“What hurts, Ade?” Sylvie raised herself up onto her elbow. “Where am I hurting you?”
Ade rose onto her knees and held Sylvie’s gaze for a moment. “Here.” She pulled Sylvie’s hand to her center, wet with need and anticipation. “I can’t stand it.”
