Page 108 of Saving Graces
Kinsey slowly shook her head in wonder. “I might never be. That’s a whole one degree of separation I’m going to reflect on forever.”
“We were literally seventeen,” Rosalie said. “Before you get carried away.”
“Sure,” said Kinsey, “and now you’re both grown adult women who are spectacularly hot and I may never be the same again.”
“Well,” said Rosalie drily, “I’m glad to hear you’re so desperately concerned about the potential impact of my lifelong attachment trauma on our relationship.”
Kinsey laughed.
“Rosalie,” she said seriously. “I appreciate you telling me everything. I know how uncomfortable that must feel for you. But you coming here in the first place, saying words like our relationship and kissing me in front of my friends…that’s pretty much everything I ever daydreamed about.” Under the table, her ankles hooked around Rosalie’s, making her feel desperately warm. “What I’m hoping,” she continued slowly, “is that I can keep getting to know you and understand you more. That’s all I ever wanted. Not to trap you. Not to set you up to fall. Not to push you somewhere you don’t want to be. I just want to know you.”
Rosalie blinked back unexpected tears. She fought back the voice in her head yelling at her to run, telling her she didn’t want to be truly known, that if Kinsey really did truly know her she might not want her. Rosalie took a second to thank the voice - it was just young Rosalie trying to keep her safe after all - and reminded her that times had changed now. Maybe, it was finally time for a different approach.
“Letting you in is scary,” she admitted. “But I want it more than anything.”
They gazed at each other in the soft light.
“God,” said Kinsey, “it’s really lucky I’m so perfect.”
Rosalie snorted.
“I actually suspect you’re a little avoidant yourself,” she said. “It’s probably partly why we’re so attracted to each other.”
“Is that a bad thing?” Kinsey frowned. “I mean, I know I’ve definitely fucked up here too, by the way,” she added, tucking her hair back as she looked across at her. “I made things about a thousand times worse than they needed to be.”
“We’ve probably both got shit to work on,” Rosalie agreed. “But I also think it might be part of why we could be so great together. We’ll definitely respect each other’s independence and space, which is something a lot of couples struggle with.”
“Couples.” Kinsey’s eyes went wide. “Relationship. Are you going to pass out?”
“Are you?” Rosalie raised her eyebrows.
Kinsey bit her lip. “Honestly? I’m incredibly turned on right now.”
Rosalie’s mouth went dry. “Oh?”
“Mmhmm,” Kinsey watched her. Rosalie tried not to fidget.
“Do you think I’ve been adequately reckoned with?” she asked.
Kinsey considered her.
“Not remotely,” she said. “But I’m going to need you to come to bed with me for that.”
Rosalie wet her lip with her tongue out of sheer nervous hunger. Kinsey kicked back her chair so fast Rosalie had barely made it to her feet before Kinsey pressed her up against the cold window frame to kiss her. A whimper escaped her at how good it felt, Kinsey’s mouth on hers, her firm body against her own, the way Rosalie’s back just couldn’t seem to not arch in response to her touch.
They made out hungrily, Kinsey’s fingers encircling her wrist as she led Rosalie back across the room. Rosalie pushed herself back to recline against the pillows, biting her lip, so ready for more. Kinsey took a moment, just gazing at her, tension crackling in the air between them.
“God,” she murmured, “my life would have been so much easier these last few months if you weren’t so fucking beautiful.”
Then she was there, pressed right up against her and Rosalie let herself get lost in the scent of her hair, the warmth of her skin, the heat of her kiss, the desperate intimacy of her smile against her neck. Rosalie’s shirt disappeared, then her jeans, Kinsey’s mouth hot against the lace of her bra, until finally they were both naked. Rosalie reveled in the sensation: all that silky bare skin on skin, Kinsey’s arms around her, firm thigh between her thighs, her hands on Kinsey’s ass, sliding down over the shape of her, both of their hips moving, firm fingers making her gasp, slippery wet heat as she pressed back, both of them crying out as they reclaimed each other.
“Kinsey,” she whispered, feeling almost frantic. “God, baby, I want to feel you come so bad.”
Kinsey shuddered, hard.
“I’m so close,” she gasped as they moved against each other. “Look at me,” she ordered and Rosalie met her eyes, her own gaze hazy with desperate pleasure, right on the edge. Kinsey’s fingers twisted just slightly and she started to lose it. Sparks fired along every nerve ending, waves building. Rosalie forced herself not to close her eyes, even as she began to convulse with heat. Kinsey gasped again, raggedly as they watched each other, her free hand clutching Rosalie’s face, her expression almost shocked with the intensity, both of them coming together, legs wrapped around each other, gasping into each other’s mouths.
Rosalie pulled her in tightly, panting, her body still shuddering like she couldn’t quite stop coming.
