As she was tugged unceremoniously down the hall, Rebecca called into the room on the left as they passed, “Bobby, can you clean up the smoothiespill in the hall?”
“You got it,” came the reply, and Spencer saw him leap to hisfeet. “I’ll do a great job.”
Spencer allowed herself to be pulled along like a badly behavedtoddler until they entered a locker room she’d never seen before. Rebecca ledher past the lockers and into a bathroom that was a bit nicer than the one themembers used, less generic with more personal-looking décor. She was justreaching the conclusion that it was the staff locker room when Rebecca stoppedthem at a sink, turned Spencer so her back was against it, and grabbed a toweloff the shelf.
Rebecca wet part of the towel and stepped close, into Spencer’spersonal space, and began wiping the smoothie off. Something in Spencer’s headclicked and her anger began to simmer. She pushed at Rebecca’s hands.
“Stop it.”
Rebecca ignored her.
“I can do it myself,” Spencer said, her ire growing. “I’m not achild.”
Rebecca didn’t look at her, just kept on with her attempts to wipethe remnants of smoothie away, moving the towel along Spencer’s neck, herthroat, switching from a gentle touch to a rougher one then back so quickly,Spencer had trouble figuring out which it was, and that made her a littlecrazy. When Rebecca moved the towel to Spencer’s collarbone and dangerously closeto her breasts, that was it.
Spencer snapped.
“What is wrong with you?” She slapped at Rebecca’s hands, hervoice filled with frustration. “Why are you all over the place with me? Whathave I ever done to you?” Again, her eyes welled up and again, she wassupremely irritated by the fact.
Rebecca’s hands stopped moving, but she didn’t step back, and hergaze stayed just below Spencer’s eyes, for a long stretch, and Spencer triednot to think about the fact that Rebecca was looking at her mouth. When she finallydid look up, make eye contact, her expression caused Spencer to go completelystill. Rebecca’s eyes were filled with so much. So, so much. Confusion. Anger.Sadness.
Desire.
That last one was just registering in Spencer’s mind. Her lipsparted in realization and she inhaled a quick breath—which was all she had timeto do before Rebecca moved. Not away, but closer and then she dropped thetowel, grabbed Spencer’s head with both hands, and crushed their mouthstogether.
Suddenly, they were kissing. No, they weren’t kissing. They werefull-on making out, and it wasn’t gentle. There was nothing tentative about it.Rebecca pushed closer to Spencer with her entire body, pinning her against thecounter. Spencer felt every single inch of them that touched. Breasts, hips,pelvises, thighs. She felt Rebecca’s fingers slide into her hair, clutch theback of her head, felt Rebecca’s tongue press into her mouth, and God help her,Spencer moaned and kissed her back. With abandon.
Reckless abandon.
The rest of the world fell away. There was no other sound buttheir kissing and the occasional soft hums or breaths. There were no othersmells but Rebecca’s usual scent of brown sugar and something uniquely her.Spencer felt nothing else but Rebecca’s hands, in her hair, on her back,Rebecca’s mouth taking her, owning her in the most delicious of ways, andRebecca’s body under her own hands. Her slim waist, her firm shoulders, musclesflexing, bunching.
Time didn’t exist. Spencer had no idea how much had passed, nordid she care. She’d never been kissed like this before. Not with this muchpassion, this much heat. She’d never in her life felt this wanted. She didn’twant it to end; it was like an instant addiction. It had never been thisdifficult for her tonotbegin undressing the person before her. As if they had minds of their own,Spencer’s hands slipped under the back of Rebecca’s shirt, and the smoothwarmth of the skin there sent a surge of her own wetness to her center, herbody already preparing for more.
A sudden, sharp knock on the door shocked them so thoroughly, thetwo of them literally jumped apart, like young teens caught by their parents.
“Rebecca?” It was Bobby, his cheerful voice seeming entirely outof place, given what they’d just done. “Hall’s all clean and I left that blondlady’s bag out here.”
Rebecca tried to speak, croaked instead, and cleared her throat,her eyes never leaving Spencer’s. “Thanks, Bob.”
Spencer couldn’t find her voice. She couldn’t find words. Shecould barely find thoughts. She brought her fingertips to her swollen lips andfelt her eyes widen with the realization of what she’d just done. They stoodthat way for what felt like hours, neither saying a word. She wondered whatRebecca was thinking, almost asked, but decided it was probably better if shedidn’t know. It took massive effort on her part, but Spencer finally managed topull her gaze away from Rebecca’s, to untangle herself from that eye contactshe’d craved for so long and now wanted—needed—to be free of.
With a hard swallow, she turned the knob and opened the door.Bobby was gone, thank God, but her bag was right there on the floor, just ashe’d said.
Without looking back, she scooped it up and left the room, boundfor her car on unexpectedly wobbly legs, moving as quickly as she dared, theonly thing on her mind being escape. Because if she stayed around Rebecca, sheknew exactly what would happen.
Chapter Thirteen
Rebecca barely slept Friday night, and by five thirty Saturdaymorning, she was so aggravated by her own tossing and turning that she muttereda “screw it” and hauled herself out of bed.
In fact, everything was aggravating to her at the moment. Hercoffee seemed bitter and a bit too strong. Of course, that might have somethingto do with the fact that she was on her fourth cup. TheLaw & Orderrerunsshe’d been staring at from the couch for the past four hours were from the onlyseason she didn’t like. The brilliant September sunshine was far too cheerfuland happy, and Rebecca wished she had a switch so she could dim it just a bit.
None of it really mattered, if she was being honest, becausetruthfully, that stuff was only taking up part of her thought process. The restwas taken up by one single subject.
Spencer Thompson.
Okay, maybe not one single subject because she was also thinkingabout Spencer’s eyes. And Spencer’s hips. And God, Spencer’s mouth. That soft,warm mouth and—
“Oh, my God, stop it, McCall. You’re going to drive yourselfcrazy.” She said it aloud, and it seemed to ricochet around her empty living roombefore returning to settle right back on her chest.
