Annie leaned into Bristol and kissed her. Bristol wasted no time in responding. She tilted Annie’s chin up and pressed her lips against her soft, full mouth. Her tongue brushed across Annie’s lips, softly waiting for permission until Annie opened her mouth. Bristol moaned when she felt Annie’s tongue against hers. She deepened the kiss until they were both moaning. Annie traced Bristol’s face with her fingertips before running them down her side to settle at her waist. Bristol pulled Annie onto her lap. “Is this okay?” She rubbed her thumb on Annie’s lower lip and smiled when Annie placed a kiss on it.

“It’s perfect,” she said.

Bristol’s eyes drifted shut when they kissed again. Annie’s body was warm, and the deeper they kissed, the more Annie moved against Bristol. Bristol placed her palms on Annie’s thighs and stroked until Annie growled in frustration.

“What?” Bristol pulled away, even though she knew exactly what she was doing.

“You’re teasing me,” Annie said breathlessly.

“Oh? You mean here?” Bristol moved her hands up higher until her fingertips barely touched the line of Annie’s panties at the top of her thighs.

Annie’s breath quickened, and her bright blue eyes darkened with desire and need. She nodded. Bristol ran her fingers back and forth over the seam. It was almost impossible to tell if the smoothness was Annie’s skin or the silk panties. When she felt Annie’s hands at the back of her neck pulling her mouth closer, Bristol moved her hands higher, so her thumbs brushed the soft silk right above Annie’s mound. It took every bit of self-control not to flip Annie, pull off her dress, and touch her everywhere. A couch wasn’t the most romantic place to make love to her, but the bedroom seemed so far away.

Off in the distance, Bristol’s rapid pulse throbbed under her skin and boomed in her head. All her senses were hyperfocused on Annie. She leaned forward and tried to shrug out of her shirt. Her body felt like it was on fire. Annie’s hands were on her shoulders, helping her, and when they both finally tugged it off, Annie lost her balance but landed safely on the couch. Bristol sat up long enough to throw the shirt down and kick off her boots. She wanted to take Annie into the bedroom, but she didn’t want to put any space between them. “Are you okay?”

Annie smiled. “Good thing I landed on something soft.” She reached up and cupped Bristol’s cheek. “I’m so good.”

“Yes, you are.” She slipped one thigh between Annie’s legs.

“You feel so good,” Annie whispered against Bristol’s mouth.