Page 19 of Peaches and Cream


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“Perfect,” Sabrina said, using Adley’s earlier word as she toyed with the hem of Adley’s shirt. It was snug, hugged her torso softly, subtly putting her breasts on display. “I like this,” she said, her voice husky.

“Yeah?” Adley pressed herself closer. “I like yours, too. Buttons. Buttons are sexy.” Her fingers began toying with them.

“Are they? How come?”

“Because they tease. They hide what’s underneath, but you can get a little peek if you want.” With that, she unfastened one, then another, then pushed the sides of Sabrina’s shirt apart just enough to bare more skin.

“I see. I didn’t realize this.” She swallowed hard as Adley’s fingertips skittered across her flesh. Her body was suddenly on fire, her underwear instantly wet. God, how did Adley have such power over her?

“Now you know.”

Sabrina nodded. Their lips were mere millimeters apart, but they didn’t kiss. No, this was something else. This teasing. This playing. It was hot, God, so hot, and she was so turned-on, she worried she might burst into flames. Reaching around, she cupped Adley’s ass with both hands and pulled so their bodies were pressed together, hers trapped between Adley and the counter. “I happen to love these jeans.”

“Do you?” Adley’s voice was barely a whisper. “How come?”

Sabrina tightened her grip, flexed her fingers into Adley’s flesh. “Because they leave zero to the imagination.”

And with that, Adley threw her head back and laughed. Of course, that exposed the long column of her throat, and Sabrina took advantage of that, running her tongue up the side, immensely satisfied when Adley’s laughter morphed into a moan.

Oh God, they were going to set the bed on fire.

Adley brought her head back up, and her gaze met Sabrina’s as she took her face in both hands. She held them there for a long moment, just looking into Sabrina’s eyes, and Sabrina couldn’t look away, not even if she wanted to. Which she did not.

“I want you, Adley. I need you to know that.”

Adley nodded, still holding Sabrina’s gaze.

“Also? I want food.”

Adley blinked at her for a beat before another laugh shot out of her. And then they were both cracking up, laughter filling the kitchen, the two of them doubled over until tears leaked from their eyes.

“At least I know where I stand,” Adley said, still smiling that smile.

Sabrina grasped her chin in her hand. “No.” That one word was adamant. Serious. Adley stopped laughing. “I want food because I plan to keep you up all night, and I need sustenance to do that. See?”

Adley nodded again, her eyes wide. “I do see,” she whispered.

“So? What should we order?”

* * *

Chinese food always arrived so quickly. She closed the front door with a hip, then scanned the small house.

“Let’s eat in here,” she said, indicating the living room with her chin. “We can sit on the floor. Have a little floor party.”

Sabrina grinned at her. “That sounds perfect. I’ll get forks and drinks.”

“Forks?” Adley held up two pairs of disposable wooden chopsticks.

“Yeah, um…” And Sabrina’s face turned a lovely shade of pink. “I can’t use those.”

“Challenge accepted,” Adley said, pointing a set at her. She set down the food and snapped the chopsticks apart.

Sabrina returned with plates, napkins, and two glasses of wine, set them all down on the table, then took a seat on the area rug next to Adley. They opened containers of lo mein and egg rolls and rice and cashew chicken and dished them out onto plates. Then Adley took a set of chopsticks and scooted closer so she was sitting right next to Sabrina.

“Okay, give me your hand.” Sabrina obliged, and Adley took it in her own. She tucked one chopstick into the web between Sabrina’s thumb and forefinger, then tucked it between her middle finger and the base of her thumb. “This one is stable. It stays still.” She demonstrated with her own chopstick before setting it down and placing the second one in Sabrina’s hand. “God, your hands are soft,” she said quietly, then cleared her throat. “Okay. This one does the work.” Again, she demonstrated with her own to show Sabrina how to move them.

“Like this?” Sabrina asked, and she just about had it. She tried picking up a piece of broccoli, but the ends of the chopsticks crossed and she dropped it.