Sarah spun around, a wide smile on her face as her gaze locked on Eli’s shocked expression. “Sorry to just barge in.”
“Can I get your autograph?”
Sarah turned over her shoulder. “Kid, I will give you whatever you want. Just give me an hour. Trust me, I’m not going anywhere anytime soon unless Eli has something to say about that.”
“I…I don’t.”
“Good.”
Sarah grabbed Eli’s hand and dragged her toward the kitchen and down into the basement, making sure to shut and lock the door upstairs. She didn’t wait, pressing Eli against the wall in the living area as soon as they were downstairs. Eli was just as feverish as she was. She had her hand in Eli’s shirt, fingers against her breast as she trailed kisses up and down her neck.
Eli’s voice broke through her silence. “W-when did you get here?”
“Just now.” Sarah nipped at Eli’s chin. “What do you want me to do?”
Whimpering, Eli drew in a sharp breath. “God, anything.”
Sarah didn’t hesitate. She pushed aside the two halves of Eli’s shirt and feasted on the exposed skin, sucking the soft skin between her lips and scraping with her teeth to leave marks. She wanted everything Eli was willing to give her, and she wanted to give everything in return.
“What are you doing here?”
Stopping, Sarah pulled back a little. “You said I could come.”
“I did, I know, but I just didn’t expect you.”
“I have thirty-four hours. Then I have to go back.”
“That’s it?”
“Got a concert.” Sarah’s chest heaved, and she wanted to know when she was going to be plastered against Eli again. She couldn’t get enough of her. “I’ll go make nice to your guests in a minute.”
“Forget about them.”
Sarah laughed. “Bedroom?”
“Yes.” Eli led the way, stripping her clothes as she went. Taking the hint, Sarah followed suit and by the time they got to Eli’s bed, they were nearly naked. They dropped everything, Sarah climbing over Eli’s body as she once again feasted on her skin, on her moans, on every move she made.
Sarah’s hand moved first, sliding against Eli in what she knew was the best pattern for the quickest release. She swirled the tip of her tongue against her nipple before drawing it all the way into her mouth. Eli gripped her hips tightly, holding on as her body shook with pleasure. Sarah’s chest pulled tight as she moved her mouth back toward Eli’s neck.
“Please tell me, love, that you touched yourself while thinking about me.”
Eli’s breath hitched. “Yes.”
Sarah rewarded her with a gentle kiss to her lips. “I thought of you, too. Two months is far too long.”
A cry ripped from Eli’s lips, and Sarah swallowed it up as she continued to bring her higher and higher. Finally, Eli tightened around her. Sarah eased up on the amount of pressure, on the speed of the sweep of her thumb. When Eli had her brains back together, she grinned up at Sarah and let out a laugh, the sound echoing in the tiny bedroom.
“Jesus, Sarah. You’re ridiculous.”
“Sorry?”
“You show up in my house and fuck me senseless in two seconds flat.”
Sarah smirked. “Did you just say fuck?”
“Yeah. You must be rubbing off on me.”
“Rubbing on you is more like it. Come on, up.” Sarah patted Eli’s leg. Once Eli had obliged, Sarah positioned herself perfectly so they would move against each other. She wasn’t going to need much, and she hoped Eli wouldn’t either because she really wanted to fall over that edge together or at least decently close.