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She tugged Kinsey’s panties down in response and pushed her onto her back, pinning her down with her body. She kissed her with all the heat building inside her until Kinsey was gasping into her mouth. Then, she slipped her fingers between Kinsey’s thighs to stroke her.
“Oh,” she murmured, “baby, you’re so wet.”
Kinsey moaned and Rosalie kissed her again, soothing and riling her up with her fingers. She knew what it did to Kinsey when she called her that. It was deliberate and yet helpless all at once, as tenderness and possessiveness grew within her. She wanted Kinsey off the damn market, groupies firmly off the table, her body for Rosalie’s hands only.
For now, though, she satisfied herself by making very fucking sure Kinsey thought of no one but her. Rosalie pressed her fingers deep inside her until Kinsey moaned and thrashed helplessly against her, crying out as Rosalie fucked her. Her knees came up around Rosalie’s body, feet on the bed for more leverage, then her thighs shaking as she came, her back arching and her body clenching tight around her fingers.
Rosalie held her as Kinsey shuddered in her arms, then kissed her, still unable to believe she was really there, in her bed, achingly soft bare skin pressed against her own.
“How did you know where I lived?” Rosalie asked as Kinsey came down, glistening and perfect on Rosalie’s sheets. Kinsey actually giggled, boneless, goofy and sweet, the way she always was after she’d come that hard.
“Savannah flew in and took us out to dinner,” she explained, as Rosalie ran her fingers slowly up and down her arm. “She and Cassidy are still out celebrating, I think. I waited until Cassidy was in the bathroom and asked Savannah for your address.”
“Which she was so eager to give you,” Rosalie shook her head wryly.
“I think she likes me more than you do.” Kinsey smirked. Rosalie kissed her hard.
“She better fucking not,” she grumbled, nuzzling into Kinsey’s neck and tasting her skin. “She’s going to get a serious piece of my mind for not at least warning me to put on something slightly less embarrassing.”
“She’ll cope. What with the giant fruit basket I’m going to send her.”
Rosalie laughed.
The sheets rustled and suddenly Kinsey pulled herself up to straddle her. Rosalie’s laughter died as she gazed up at her, gorgeous, naked, eyes full of sex.
“God,” Rosalie breathed. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I can’t believe you’re here.”
Kinsey’s eyelashes lowered, just for a moment. “You know, we leave again, on Monday. Another eight weeks on the road.”
“Really?” Rosalie’s stomach dropped. Kinsey studied her face and Rosalie wondered how clearly her expression was broadcasting her confusing emotions.
“Clear your weekend for me?” Kinsey asked. “I’m going to want to fuck you an impossible amount of times.”
“Okay,” Rosalie said weakly. “Yes please.”
“And,” Kinsey added, “I’m going to want to take you out to dinner.”
She said it like it was a test, like Rosalie was about to jump up and bolt out of her own bed at the idea. Rosalie cocked her head, considering.
“How much was your record advance?” she asked. Kinsey raised her eyebrows. Then she said a number so absurd, so eye-watering, that Rosalie’s jaw dropped. “Right,” she said. “Well. You fucking better take me out to dinner then, Kinsey Whatever-Your-Last-Name-Is.”
Kinsey laughed, but she looked incredibly victorious, like being overnight rich at twenty-six was nothing compared with Rosalie saying yes to a date with her.
“Oh, like I’m giving you that information,” she said. “Next minute you’ll be google stalking me or showing up without warning at my house.”
“Don’t confuse me for one of your groupies.” Rosalie pulled her down and kissed her.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Rosalie awoke to soft lips on her shoulder and smiled even before she opened her eyes. A warm body pressed against hers, the room cold, early morning light spilling in around the blinds. The kiss moved up the nape of her neck and she arched in pleasure, soon finding herself getting slowly, deliciously fucked, still spooned tight from behind in Kinsey’s arms.
Afterward, Rosalie slipped down beneath the sheets, pressing in between Kinsey’s thighs, listening to the sound of her breath changing. As Kinsey’s moans became gasps, Rosalie threw the blankets off altogether to watch her body arch like a bow as Kinsey came against her mouth.
“I finally got you to spend a whole night with me,” Rosalie said as she slipped back up, covering Kinsey’s body with her own. Kinsey gasped, trying to recover her breath.
“I have no idea what I was thinking.” Kinsey’s chest rose and fell rapidly, pulling the sheets back over them both. “Something, something, boundaries, blah.” She bit her lip, fingers trailing up Rosalie’s spine. “When all this time, I should have been thinking about morning sex with you.”
They tried to shower together, Rosalie grateful for her infinite hot water system, as Kinsey’s hot wet body pressed her into the shower tiles, firm fingers fucking her where she stood, until her legs went weak with pleasure.
