Taste Me Slowly (Hotel Bombshell #4)

Chapter 1

Chapter

One

“You do know that it’s polite to at least send a text when you land, right?” Hope crossed her arms as she leaned against the pillar in baggage claim, her lips curled upward.

Angelica stilled, her body going rigid before she relaxed.

Hope couldn’t wait though. They’d been apart nearly all summer, and she was tired of waiting.

Leaning in, she grabbed Angelica’s cheeks and pulled her in.

She pressed their lips together tightly, digging her hands into Angelica’s long locks of luscious hair.

And she held on. Parting her lips, Hope teased Angelica’s open and nipped before she dove in even deeper and brushed Angelica’s tongue with her own.

Angelica moaned. She tilted backward a little, and Hope caught her, pressing their chests firmly together. Hope didn’t want to let her go. She didn’t want to stop either. But eventually, she slid away enough to catch her breath and press her forehead to Angelica’s.

“I’m kidnapping you tonight,” Hope said.

“Are you?” Angelica’s voice was rough, crackly.

“Oh yeah. Tomorrow we hit the ground running, and I want the next twelve hours to fuck you into oblivion.”

Angelica hummed. “That does sound nice.”

“Good.” Hope took a step back, snagged Angelica’s luggage and started to drag it as she pulled Angelica with her.

“But Lyric—”

“Did you really think Lyric and I didn’t discuss this?” Hope threw a look over her shoulder at Angelica and rolled her eyes. “You texted her that you landed, but not me.”

“She’s supposed to pick me up.”

“Oh, no, Angel. I’m picking you up.” In more ways than one.

She wanted to add that last bit, but she kept it to herself.

She’d pushed the boundaries enough with kissing Angelica in public, knowing that anyone could be anywhere and take a photo of them for the internet.

But God, she hadn’t been able to wait a second longer. Phone sex didn’t cut it.

Hell, she wasn’t even sure if she wanted to wait until she got home.

Hope hit the button on her fob to open the trunk of her car and shoved Angelica’s suitcase inside it.

Then she turned around, staring at the woman she was completely in love with.

Just looking at her stole Hope’s breath.

She couldn’t believe that the last three years had been full of so much pain and hurt and turmoil and changes and she’d come out the other side with this amazing woman right next to her.

“What?” Angelica furrowed her brow, canting her head to the side as she stared back.

“Nothing.” Hope’s cheeks burned. She bit her lip and reached up to touch the button to lower the trunk.

“That look wasn’t nothing.”

Hope groaned. She looked frantically around the parking garage and then tugged Angelica’s hand to smoosh her against the side of the car.

She pressed their hips together, their chests.

Staring down into Angelica’s eyes, Hope held her breath.

But she could see the slight smile playing at Angelica’s lips, the one that she always seemed to have when she was trying to keep her amusement hidden.

“I’m not doing fifteen weeks apart again,” Hope said, bending down and kissing Angelica quickly.

“Oh, you’re not?” Angelica leaned back, her head touching the car as she lifted her chin to meet Hope’s gaze. “I’m not sure you’re the only one who gets to make that decision.”

“I’m not just horny.” Hope kissed Angelica’s cheek and then the edge of her chin. “But I am horny.”

Angelica hummed, her fingers finding their way to Hope’s sides and she dug them in. “You do like to be…touched…” Angelica whispered those words, turning her cheek so their skin met even more.

Hope bit back the moan that wanted to escape her lips. “Which is closer, Angel? Your place or mine?”

Angelica sucked in a sharp gasp. “Mine.”

“And which do you want to go to. Your place or mine?” Hope’s heart hammered relentlessly.

She’d wanted it to be theirs. But Angelica had been resistant to pushing their relationship to the next level.

For months now, they’d dated and deepened their involvement, always for it to stop right when she wanted it to move forward.

Rarely did they have overnights.

Never did Angelica leave anything at Hope’s house. And Hope was forbidden from leaving anything in Angelica’s apartment.

“Yours.” Angelica’s lips curled upward, and she kissed Hope quickly. “I don’t want to get stopped on my way in.”

As much as Hope could appreciate that, she wasn’t ready to drive the extra thirty minutes to her house and wait even longer. “Fine.” Hope kissed her hard. “I can wait.”

Chuckling, Angelica stepped to the side and slipped out of Hope’s grasp. “Come on.”

Groaning, Hope bit her lip and took a deep centering breath before she slipped behind the driver’s wheel.

“So… how was the flight?” Hope asked the only thing she could think of to make it through this car ride.

Get Angelica talking, and then maybe she could distract herself as the minutes ticked by.

“It was good. I wanted to talk to you about tomorrow anyway.”

Hope gripped the wheel tightly. This was going to take every ounce of concentration that she had.

Luckily, traffic wasn’t awful. So as Angelica prattled on about filming and whatever meetings they were supposed to have tomorrow, Hope managed to pull up to her house and hit the button for the garage door.

She hadn’t retained a single word that Angelica had said, other than the fact that they had a full day tomorrow.

“Hope?” Angelica’s voice was soft as she turned the engine off.

“Yeah?” Hope breathed in deeply, stilling. She turned to face Angelica in the passenger seat, giving her full attention to whatever Angelica was going to say.

“I missed you, too.”

“Fuck.” Hope launched herself forward, dragging Angelica closer by the front of her shirt. She pressed their mouths together hard, nipping and scraping her teeth because she didn’t have to wait any longer.

Angelica gripped her cheeks tightly, keeping Hope in place as they plundered each other. Fifteen long weeks of not touching this stunning and brilliant woman and Hope was about ready to combust. She shuddered as Angelica wrapped her fingers around her chin and kept her in place.

“Angel,” Hope whispered. “Inside.”

“Yes.” Angelica kissed her again, sucking Hope’s lower lip before teasing the tip of her tongue across it.

“Angel.”

“What?” Angelica asked.

“Now.” Hope jerked back, needing the physical space between them to make sure they actually got into the house.

Hope scrambled out of the car and headed straight for Angelica’s door. Taking Angelica’s hand, she led the way into the house and turned toward the hallway to her bedroom when Angelica tugged on her hand and stopped her in her tracks.

“Angel, what’s—”

Hope was cut off by Angelica’s mouth against hers.

Angelica moaned loudly, digging her fingers against Hope’s scalp and scraping her nails.

Hope nearly crumbled right then. She turned Angelica and walked her backward until her back hit the island counter of the kitchen.

Hope reached upward, undoing the buttons on Angelica’s blazer and dragging it off her body to toss it to the ground.

She had her hand up Angelica’s blouse in an instant, cupping her breast and rolling her thumb across Angelica’s already hardened nipple.

“Hope…” Angelica whispered.

She was just about to pull back and find out what Angelica wanted, when she realized that Angelica’s hands were at her hips, undoing the belt and pulling down the zipper on her black slacks. Hope pinched Angelica’s nipple and kissed her again.

Angelica’s fingers were against her, rubbing wildly.

Hope’s knees nearly gave out. She pressed her forehead into Angelica’s shoulder, using her hands on Angelica’s body to keep herself upright as Angelica touched and fucked her.

Hope’s breath caught in her throat, her entire body ready to crash and convulse through what she prayed was only her first orgasm of the night.

“That’s it,” Angelica murmured into Hope’s ear, pressing a wet kiss to her neck.

Groaning, Hope clenched her eyes tight, already feeling the pull of pleasure as it gathered itself through her body and pooled right between her legs, right where Angelica’s two fingers brushed across her engorged and sensitive clit.

Angelica wasn’t even inside her. She’d barely touched her.

Angelica moved just enough to capture Hope’s mouth again, pulling the air from her lungs as she teased.

“Don’t hold back,” Angelica whispered before she dove in for another kiss.

Hope was already hers. No way would she be able to stop or hold back now.

She clenched her fingers hard against Angelica’s body as she crashed through what was no doubt her first orgasm of the night.

Her pussy clenched hard, aching to have Angelica inside her, fingers, tongue, anything that would give her some sense of being even more connected than they were already.

Lazily, Hope kissed Angelica’s neck, then her shoulder. She reached for Angelica’s slacks and undid the button, sliding them over her hips to her thighs. “Sit on the counter.”

Angelica’s cheeks were red with arousal.

And when she dragged her thong down and pulled herself up onto the edge of the counter, her legs parted enough, Hope nearly fell to the ground.

The whiff of Angelica’s arousal that she got was exactly what she needed.

The scent tightened her stomach, her own pleasure already building again.

They were nowhere near done for the night.

She didn’t care if they were up all night or not—Hope was going to fuck Angelica until they both fell asleep from exhaustion.