Page 86 of Saving Graces
“You jerk,” Rosalie whispered hotly against her lips and kissed her again. “How dare you do this to me?”
Kinsey smiled against her mouth, kissing her back and Rosalie was lost.
“I like you when you’re vulnerable.” Kinsey slipped her hands under her pajama top, running her fingers over Rosalie’s hip bones. It felt like a bolt of heat straight to her center, Kinsey’s hands on her bare skin. Her touch still turned her to liquid. Kinsey pulled back far too soon.
“Do you think you could change your big Friday night plans, to celebrate with me instead?” she asked teasingly, raising the bottle of champagne.
Rosalie smiled so wide her cheeks hurt. She took Kinsey’s hand and towed her into the kitchen, where she pulled down two champagne glasses. Kinsey popped the cork, filling the glasses until the bubbles ran down the sides.
“Is this really how you wanted to celebrate tonight?” Rosalie asked her. “Here in my kitchen with a woman wearing flannel pajamas?”
Kinsey considered her. When Rosalie reached for one of the glasses, she stopped her hand.
“If you’re so embarrassed by them you could just take them off?” she suggested, holding her champagne glass to ransom. Rosalie glared at her and she just raised her eyebrows. “Doesn’t celebrating a record deal with a bottle of champagne and a naked woman sound exactly right for me in this moment?”
She sounded so serious that Rosalie found herself laughing. She pulled her hair tie out so her hair fell around her shoulders. Kinsey licked her lips,watching with avid interest. Rosalie sucked in a breath, pulled her pajama top over her head and kicked away her pants. Their eyes met. Kinsey handed over her glass and they clinked them together. They each took a quick, token sip before Kinsey pressed her all the way against the counter and kissed her, hungrily. Then, pulling back and looking her in the eye she very deliberately poured half her champagne over Rosalie’s breasts.
“Kinsey!” she cried in shock, the cold champagne streaming over her bare skin. Kinsey smirked, entirely unrepentant, and followed the champagne with her mouth.
“Yeah,” she said, kissing her way down Rosalie’s body, “this is exactly how I want to celebrate.”
She pushed Rosalie back up onto the counter and slipped between her legs. She trickled the last of her glass down Rosalie’s thighs making her squeak and shudder. Her hot mouth kissed her way up Rosalie’s champagne-splattered skin to take a soft luxurious lick between her thighs, clearly reveling in Rosalie’s startled moan of approval.
“I think,” Kinsey said, pulling back up to steal Rosalie’s glass from her and taking a deep sip, “that this is exactly what I deserve tonight.”
She handed her her glass back and knelt, pressing all the way in to slip her tongue slowly against Rosalie. Her every movement was unhurried, working her up leisurely, never changing her pace even as Rosalie began to lose it, bucking her hips against Kinsey’s mouth. Still, Kinsey licked lazily, eating her slowly and softly as if she had all night. Arms shaking, Rosalie barely managed to hold herself upright. She came, hard, shuddering and crying out in desperate release. Kinsey pulled back, wiping her mouth, deep satisfaction in her eyes.
“God,” she said. “You’re so much better than champagne.”
Rosalie was still shivering with aftershocks, or perhaps just from being splattered by cold champagne when she was nude on top of a cool kitchen bench, or perhaps just with deep desperate want, she wasn’t sure. She slipped off the counter, turning to walk to the bedroom, but paused to smirk over her shoulder.
“You’d better top up your glass.”
Kinsey followed her in, putting her glass down on Rosalie’s bedside table. She’d already shed her jacket and her shoes and Rosalie wasted no time helping her remove her jeans.
“So this is your bedroom.” Kinsey surveyed the space, her dark eyes taking it all in. “I’ve spent a lot of time imagining you in this bed.”
“That’s funny,” Rosalie said, slipping her hands around her waist. “I’ve spent a lot of time imagining you in this bed too.”
She pulled Kinsey down into the sheets with her, almost overwhelmed at the sensation of her soft skin, her heated body, her silky limbs, her scent.
Kinsey writhed against her, their legs intertwining, pressing together with increasing desperation. Rosalie pulled the camisole off over her head, cupped Kinsey’s small breast in her hand. She traced her thumb over her nipples through her sheer black bra feeling them leap up hard at her touch. God, she’d craved this body.
“Do you know,” Kinsey murmured, just below her left ear, “exactly how many women are easily impressed by a girl in a band?”
Rosalie’s heart kicked and she nipped Kinsey through the lace making her gasp. Kinsey’s back arched, pressing her breasts against Rosalie who couldn’t help but undo the bra, trailing her fingers over bare skin.
“I presume you have a point to this, Kinsey,” she warned her, before unable to resist taking her nipple between her lips and sucking.
“I thought you should know,” Kinsey said, between short gasps for breath, “how many offers I got,” Rosalie nipped her again, making her buck, “and how many offers I turned down, because it turns out that all I want is you.”
Rosalie’s heart contracted. This wasn’t a booty call. This was so much more.
“Oh shit,” she said, her hand sliding down over Kinsey’s ass. “I slept with like eight different people while you were away.”
Kinsey grabbed Rosalie’s chin and forced her gaze to eye level.
“Do you want this pussy or not?” she asked sharply and Rosalie felt herself clench at the words.
