quickly detaching from the rest of her, going off on a tangent.
Her mouth felt dry, and not from the lingering aftereffects of
the wine.
“I’d really like it if you kissed me again.”
That was utterly and unequivocally the wrong thing to say,
but she couldn’t bring herself to take it back.
Dani looked at her like she might be the flame, ready to
burn them to ash. She looked like she was going to refuse. Her
face had hardened, her eyes had become flinty, and her lips
were pulled into a hard line. But she leaned forward, her long
lashes fluttered closed to rest on her cheeks, and she cupped
Emily’s face. Emily closed her eyes, leaning into the touch. It
was like being scalded and doused with cold water all at once.
Emily groaned as Dani’s body pressed into hers, and then
her mouth was on hers, lips meeting lips, Dani’s warm hand
raking through her hair, clasping the strands, tugging gently as
Emily opened her mouth and let Dani’s tongue sweep through
the seam of her lips.
Emily fisted Dani’s silky hair, trying to drag her closer. Her
hips angled up, arching into Dani, spreading to accommodate
her knee as Dani leaned further into her. She whimpered
against Dani’s hot lips. Their tongues clashed, and Dani taught
Emily exactly what to do. Not that Emily hadn’t kissed anyone
before. She’d actually done lots of things, including sleeping
with a few women, but this all felt brand new when she was
doing it with Dani. Brand new and wonderful.
Desire swept through Emily in hard waves as Dani gently
maneuvered her hand under the hem of Emily’s dress, which
had already ridden up to her thighs with all the shifting and
wriggling she was doing. She traced her way up the inside of