“Yeah.” Sarah pulled her lower lip between her teeth. “It was fucking amazing.”
Eli snorted. “It was. I think we should do it again.”
“Thank God.”
This time Eli moved forward, pressing their mouths together and dashing her tongue out for a taste. Sarah shivered.God, she wanted so much more of everything.Eli’s hands were in her hair, sliding through her tangled locks, pulling when they found knots but then diving right back in and holding her still. Sarah let a gentle moan escape as she parted them, hoping Eli would recognize the invitation for what it was.
Sarah didn’t want to overstep. She didn’t want to cajole Eli into anything she didn’t want, but when Eli’s tongue slid against hers, she knew she was done for. Her entire being was tuned into Eli.
“I want to touch you all over,” Sarah murmured.
Eli whimpered, and it sent a shock of pleasure through Sarah’s chest. Shifting in the seat, Sarah pulled up on one knee and leaned so she towered over Eli, keeping their lips locked together as she moved. Eli tilted back, just like Sarah had hoped she would.
“Do you want me to touch you?”
Drawing in a sharp breath, Eli broke the kiss quick enough to answer. “Yes.”
With their mouths together, Sarah wasn’t sure what she wanted to do first. Eli’s hands moved down her back and onto her ass, pulling her in tighter. With each kiss Sarah placed on Eli’s lips and jaw and down her neck, her mind ran a million miles a second.
“Tell me what to do,” Sarah whispered, swirling the tip of her tongue just under Eli’s left ear.
“I don’t know.” Eli worked her hand up the back of Sarah’s shirt, fingering her spine.
Sarah moved back to Eli’s lips. Her hips rocked into Eli’s as she laid fully on top of her. Eli’s hand guided her head down, holding Sarah to her. They became lost in each other. Every thought Sarah had was of Eli. Every move she made was solely for Eli’s pleasure. She didn’t want to move or to get up. It was perfect. The pounding on the window made her jerk, fear ratcheting up in her chest.
* * *
Eli pushed Sarah off her as she spun around to stare out the driver’s side window. Her heart thumped so hard she was pretty sure it would jump out of her chest and run away. She would have loved to follow it, because looking back into Bridget’s concerned and angry and hurt face was too much.
Sarah shifted behind her, the seat crunching as she moved, but Eli didn’t dare tear her gaze away from Bridget. It took her far too long to have enough brain power to roll down the window until Bridget could look in and raise a brow. Sarah might not have seen it, but Eli did. The tears in Bridget’s eyes barely held in.
“I was just checking, since you’re pulled over on the side of the highway, that you were okay.”
Eli swallowed, her lips parting to respond, but Bridget held her hand up.
“I can see you are.”
Bridget stalked off in a huff, and when Eli turned to look out the back window, she saw the cruiser behind her for the first time. Cursing under her breath, she turned to Sarah. “Give me a minute.”
“Whatever you need.” Sarah gave her a sweet smile and an encouraging nod.
Eli jumped out of the truck and stormed after Bridget. Wind whipped her braids as she grabbed Bridget’s arm and spun her around so they were facing each other. “What is your problem?”
Bridget shook her head and stepped back.
“No, seriously. What is your problem?”
“I love you.”
Eli straightened her shoulders. “No, you don’t.”
“I do. I do, Eli. Don’t tell me what I do and don’t feel.”
Shaking her head, Eli glanced at the truck and the silhouette of Sarah still sitting in the passenger seat. “No, you don’t love me like that, not anymore. You never did. You loved the thought of me, the secret of me, but you never loved me truly and fully. I gave you everything, Bridget. It’s been two years, and you just suddenly deem now as the time to confess all this? No, this isn’t love. This is jealously, this is you not working through your crap, this is you not following through—yet again—with anything that doesn’t serve your own purpose.”
Bridget’s lips parted.
“Don’t speak. I’m tired of living with this tension. We used to be best friends. For years. For life, really. We grew up together. I’m tired of feeling like I can’t go to stuff in town because you’ll be there or because I don’t want to cause a commotion with you or cause you any more hurt, but you know what? It’s got to stop. Two years is enough. We’ve got to learn how to live in this town together. We may never be best friends again, but the very least we can do is be civil and friendly.”