Oh, shit, how to say it? “I’d really like to see you naked… Danica.”
“Funny. I was thinking the same thing about you… Alicia.”
Danica curled her hand around Alicia’s leg, fingers treading across her thighs, smashing themselves between both sides. With lips now softly pressing against her throat, all Alicia could think about was Danica taking off the rest of these clothes and thrusting gently between her legs.Or maybe not so gently.
“Come here,” Danica bade, turning Alicia fully toward her. “Do you remember our first encounter at Midnight?” It was a rhetorical question, of course. “I told you that you could onlyspeak in yes or no. That was a semblance of control I exerted over you. It was a part of a scene. You liked that, didn’t you?”
Alicia eased into her embrace way too easily. Both hands curled against Danica’s chest, feeling her crystal buttons and soft skin beneath. Yet Alicia couldn’t be bothered to look upon whatever glory Danica held beneath her clothing. She was too caught up in those eyes and the way they undressed her. “Yeah…”
“It’s not about ‘whips and chains,’ although that can be a part of the process. It’s about giving and taking. Power, that is. Control. You give some up, but you take it in other ways.”
Alicia rubbed her lips against Danica’s collar. Too bad her makeup was so good it couldn’t smear onto the softest cotton she ever encountered. “I wouldn’t mind doing that.”
“It’s something you must experience at least once in your life.” Knuckles tipped her chin up, lips meeting Danica’s. “I’d be honored if you experienced it with me before anyone else.”
The way this woman talked. The words she used. The sheer urgency, conviction behind everything she said… it was hard not to believe her. Danica said she wanted to show her a new world of domination and submission? Hard pressed to say no!
“You make a good argument,” Alicia muttered. Her finger dipped between buttons and trembled to touch her skin. “Danica…”
“Yes?” She pushed against Alicia, making her body sink farther into the folds of the loveseat. “You say my name so well.”
Lips lightly kissed the side of Alicia’s breast.Now I know what those stylists were doing…Alicia was glad for it. Large keyholes in dresses were the best things ever! When Danica’s tongue touched her skin, however, Alicia shook beneath the weight. “I’m, um…” She was going to say it. The idea of confessing that she was a virgin the first time they had sex had kept playing in her head, particularly as she opened up throughout the evening.Is that something I trust her with yet?The whole point of not telling was so Danica wouldn’t treat her differently. Alicia didn’t want slow and gentle because Danica thought she was fragile. If they were going to have slow yet passionate lovemaking, Alicia wanted it to be organic. The way it was meant to be.
Her subconscious steered her in a different direction.
“I’m not in a relationship with anyone else.” What a lame thing to say. “I wasn’t before, either. Just so you know.”
Danica languidly gazed down at her. “I see. Afraid I let passion take me over before.”
“I also don’t have kids!” she was quick to say. “Just… you know... um…”
Danica’s demeanor was neither turned off nor wistful. “Maybe someday, huh?”
Wow.
Alicia was grateful when Danica kissed her again.No need to think now. Particularly, there was no need to think about blunders or gaffes, or the fact that Alicia had only had sex twice in her life, and this still felt outrageously new.Not just sex, but taking it slow. Were they really in such a rush the first two times because of Danica’s time constraints? Or was she keener to take it easy now that she fancied Alicia so much?
Did Alicia even believe her when she talked about that stuff?
“I’m going to make you feel things you’ve never felt before,” Danica growled against Alicia’s stomach. “No one else has made love to you the way I will.”
She wasn’t wrong about that.
Chapter 13
“You’re a delicate woman, aren’t you, Alicia?” Easy enough to tell when Alicia quivered every time a fingertip touched her. “Yet you’re not fragile. There’s a difference.”
Alicia nodded, both here and in the back of her own mind. “There’s also a difference between naïve and innocent, yeah?” The thought had occurred to her more than once as of late.
Danica kissed her chest before lifting herself to eye level.I’m completely swallowed now. Everywhere she turned, there Danica was. “Oh, most certainly. You’re not an innocent woman, are you?”
Alicia shook her head.
“Good. I don’t care much for innocent. Naïve, though? I can work with that. With the right naïve woman, anyway. Naiveté can be charming if the subject is willing to try new things and expand her horizons. Are you naïve?”
“A bit.”More like a lot.
“That’s all right. We’ll take it slow. Until the moment is right, anyway.”
