Things were moving very quickly. Hands had destinations. Hers landed on Lauren’s chest, over her shirt. Having Lauren’s breasts in her hands took Carly to another planet of arousal. Entirely new territory. She wanted to lick and suck and lavish them with attention. She imagined what they looked like, longed to see for herself. She pushed against them, felt the weight of them in her hands.

“We’re about to take care of that tension,” Lauren said, her head thrown back as Carly massaged her breasts. “Carly,” she whispered, desperation lacing her tone.

“Is that bad?”

“Not for me. God.” She bit her bottom lip.

“You’re incredibly sexy. Do you know that?” Carly asked. Her legs were shaking. That’s how badly she wanted to touch this woman, to be touched in return. If Lauren would just touch her, she’d ride herself to release. “Can you imagine if we waited until opening? My God.” She kissed Lauren again, long and good.

“Should we?” Lauren asked. She cupped Carly’s ass and pulled her hips closer. “No.”

“No,” Carly said matter-of factly. Her intellect was attempting to intrude upon this moment. “Maybe,” she said, still understanding how powerful their chemistry onstage currently was. “No,” she said decidedly.

“No. But maybe?” Lauren countered.

She loved the sound of Lauren’s ragged, hot-and-bothered breathing. “Because I want to take these boots off you and then these adorably cute jeans, and then slide your underwear down your legs until you’re mine to take.”

Lauren rolled her hips in response to the potent words. “Okay, maybe no waiting.”

A loud knock sounded behind them. They froze midkiss. Carly pulled her mouth back and they listened. Another loud knock.

“Yes?” Lauren called, though her voice didn’t sound like it generally did. Carly smothered a proud smile.

“Lala?” Trip said. “I don’t know if you’re naked or what, but we’re going for pizza tonight at Crazy Crust. You in? Listen, the crust is crazy. It’s hard to say no.”

“Yeah, um, sure,” Lauren said, then winced, probably realizing she now had to go out for pizza.

“Carly, too. But I can’t find her. Gee, I wonder where she could be.”

“I think she ran to her car,” Lauren fibbed, as she ran her fingernails up and down Carly’s back. “I’ll let her know, though.”

“Cool. See you in five for notes onstage with Ethan? Tell Carly when she gets back from her car.”

“We’ll—I’ll be there.”

“Thanks, boss.”

“I’m not your boss right now,” she called back.

“You’re always my boss.”

Carly heard Trip’s footsteps retreating and grinned. “I think you just told a lie. Lauren Prescott has a dark side? This is getting good.”

“I’m an awful liar,” Lauren said with a tiny wince. “I should work on it.”