Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
Vivian slammed the key card against the door.
Despite the grating beep signaling that it hadn’t unlocked, Bryn tried the handle, one arm around Vivian’s waist and her mouth on Vivian’s lips.
Vivian tried again, but she’d pressed Bryn against the door frame.
Another harsh beep and an unyielding door.
“Someone’s going to see us,” Bryn panted before tugging on Vivian’s bottom lip with her teeth, earning a destabilizing moan that would echo forever in her body.
With her tongue teasing Bryn’s and hands running up Bryn’s sides, Vivian spoke a wordless: I don’t give a fuck. The incomparable sensation of being possessed unlocked some ancient, animalistic need Bryn had never felt in her life. She needed all of Vivian, and she needed her immediately.
Snatching the key from Vivian’s distracted grasp, Bryn broke their kiss just long enough to open the door. They tumbled inside the suite in a tangle of kicked off shoes.
Vivian kissed her like she didn't want to stop, but pulled back to reach behind herself. Bryn grabbed her wrist to stop her from undressing.
“Can I do it?” Bryn’s question was a breathless and nearly unintelligible rush.
Vivian stopped, dropping her hands to her sides.
Standing there looking at Bryn, lips parted and chest heaving and throat flushed, Vivian was stunning.
Stunning and sublime like the kind of person who would have inspired Sappho to write poetry that would last millennia.
That would survive wars and puritanical purges and the unrelenting passage of time to be repeated against the shell of a modern lover’s ear with the same fervor the poet intended.
And then Vivian turned, exposing the back of her neck and the curve of her spine and it was all Bryn could do not to drop to her knees. She lunged forward instead.
Lips pressed to the back of Vivian’s partially exposed shoulder, Bryn wrapped her arms around her waist. Hands splayed over her flat belly, she held her close, lips hovering over her searing skin.
“Are you going to undress me or not?” Vivian’s question was more of a pant, triggering a new and relentless ache between Bryn’s thighs.
It wasn’t Vivian’s words but the way she’d spoken them. The way she infused them with the same impatient need that Bryn didn’t have to continue suppressing.
Bryn wouldn’t be the one to keep Vivian waiting. She found the zipper hidden in the jumpsuit’s fine fabric. With a tug, she pulled it down. Each new sliver of skin she revealed was met with a kiss. Each kiss triggered an increasingly uneven sigh from Vivian.
She was only at the clasp of Vivian’s strapless bra when Vivian reached back. When she grabbed Bryn’s thigh and pulled her in like she couldn’t stand to lose the sensation of Bryn’s body against hers.
“Zipper too complicated?” Vivian teased, but there was no hint of a barb in her tone.
Bryn smiled against the column of her spine. “Some things are worth savoring,” she muttered before running the tip of her tongue lightly against her skin and making Vivian shudder.
“Fuck,” Vivian gasped when Bryn nipped her shoulder blade.
Yanking the zipper down the rest of the way, Bryn leaned back to look at her. Vivian’s exposed back was perfection. Smooth skin and scattered freckles and surprisingly visible muscles.
“Can I take this off?” Bryn asked before she unfastened her bra.
With a throaty chuckle, Vivian looked over her shoulder at Bryn. “What are we doing here if not taking off our clothes, Bryn?”
“Is that a yes?” Bryn rested both hands on Vivian’s hips, waiting for a real answer.
“Obviously.” She covered one of Bryn’s hands with her own. “It’s not like we’re going to stop now.”
Bryn spun her around, making sure Vivian was looking her dead in the eye when she said, “Vivian, we can stop any time you want. For any reason. For no reason.”
Vivian furrowed her brow. “Any time?”
She made a fist in Bryn’s hair and pulled her head back, a riot of electric need erupting in her body. She nipped Bryn’s bottom lip before kissing her so fully Bryn wasn’t sure she’d actually ever kissed before then. Not like this. Not so hard that it felt like fingers slipping inside her.
Throwing her arms around Vivian’s neck, Bryn moaned. No one had ever kissed Bryn like they needed her lungs to breathe. Her lips to speak. Her touch to live.
Open palms sliding down Bryn’s back, Vivian moaned when she grabbed Bryn’s ass with both hands. She gripped her so hard, she nearly lifted her off her feet.
Bryn wanted Vivian to do it. To pick her up and fuck her hard against every surface in her ridiculous suite.
“What if I wanted to stop right now?” Vivian pulled away just as suddenly as she’d grabbed her and took a step back.
Lightheaded, Bryn nearly stumbled back into the armchair in the seating area. “Then we’d stop,” she said because the answer should be obvious.
Reading her mind, Vivian stepped in again. She shoved Bryn back into the chair with the lightest touch on her shoulder. Seated before she processed the move, Bryn stared up at Vivian.
Vivian who was only more beautiful with her collar slanted to one side exposing her clavicle. Vivian with her swollen lips and devouring expression, trained on Bryn.
Vivian, Vivian, Vivian.
She was everything. The electrons that slammed together to create matter. And whatever the hell the collective noun for galaxies was. Infinitesimal and vast all at once.
“And if I wanted to stop now?” She slipped one arm out of her jumpsuit and then the other. It fell, exposing her trembling abdomen and rapid breathing. “You’d stop?”
Bryn nodded because if she opened her mouth, she might not close it again. She might just stare, slack-jawed, while Vivian reached back. While she unhooked her bra, eyes trained on Bryn like a dare.
“Now?” Vivian unhooked her bra.
“Yes,” Bryn rasped, gripping her own thighs so hard she was cutting off circulation. Who needed blood flow when it was all rushing to her pounding core?
Vivian moistened her lips, hands moving so slowly when they skimmed her own chest, nipples hardening under her glancing touch. When Bryn finally touched her, there would be nothing passing about it.
“You’re starting to hurt my feelings,” she teased, but Bryn could barely hear her.
Her brain could only process so much. She couldn’t stop staring at Vivian’s gorgeous form. Her perfect full breasts and her unexpectedly freckled skin and her thumbs hooking into her half-off jumpsuit.
“Now?” She tugged on her jumpsuit as if she’d known it would fall in a pool at her feet with effortless precision.
Bryn couldn’t swallow, but her mouth had gone so dry it didn’t matter. In her life, she’d never wanted to unabashedly stare at someone. To trace every curve with her eyes before she indulged with her hands and lips and tongue.
In nothing but a microscopic garment that was apparently her underwear, Vivian was spectacular.
When she had control over her motor functions again, Bryn would ask whether Vivian woke up at dawn to do Pilates.
Her clothing concealed more lean muscles and generous curves than Bryn could’ve imagined.
She was inspiring and unfair and singular.
“Change your mind about all that self-control?” Vivian sauntered forward, leaving no doubt that she knew her power. That her presence was a blessing. Her attention a gift.
“No,” Bryn replied when she tore her attention from the reckless swerve of her hips and up to her fathomless dark eyes.
With her hair back and barely any clothes on, Vivian was like an unadulterated drug. Like pure oxygen. Too potent to consume, but Bryn was more than willing to sacrifice herself for the privilege of a single taste.
“Consent is important,” Bryn heard herself say with a borrowed voice. “If you want me to stop, all you have to—”
“And if I want you to start?” Vivian moved like water when she propped one knee on the armrest, finger hooked under Bryn’s chin and jerking her attention back to her face. “What do I need to say then?”
Heart working so hard Bryn was sure she’d shaved months off her life, Bryn leaned forward. She kissed Vivian’s hipbone, her belly, her other hipbone. She wrapped her arms around Vivian’s thighs. Digging her fingers into Vivian’s flesh, she jerked her forward.
Vivian cursed, hands landing on the backrest to steady herself. No. Not to steady herself, to come closer. To straddle Bryn’s clothed hips in nothing but a flimsy thong.
Jesus.
“There’s no medal for being pious.” She rolled her hips and Bryn couldn’t help but grab them. From urging to grind against her harder, even if the friction was only enough to torment.
Tipping her head back, Bryn watched, helpless and needy, while Vivian moved like seduction made manifest.
Hands in Bryn’s hair, Vivian kissed her hard. Hard enough to bruise. To scar.
“If you’re going to fuck me, Bryn,” Vivian growled against her lips, “you better get to it.”
“Is that what you want?” Bryn kissed a line down her throat. “To be fucked, Vivian?” She hadn’t meant to slip into her Kelly Craves voice, but it’s what came out when she slid her hand up the back of Vivian’s thigh and slapped her ass with a satisfying smack.
Vivian’s surprised gasp was the heat spiking through Bryn’s body. Bryn raced down her chest, leaving open-mouthed kisses all over her chest before sucking her nipple hard.
Faltering, Vivian dropped into Bryn’s lap. Bryn didn’t let her stay there. When she smacked her ass again, she lifted her back to her knees.
“Didn’t you want me to fuck you?” Bryn kissed a searing line across Vivian’s chest and ran her tongue along her other stiff nipple.
Vivian was devastatingly responsive. She sighed her curse this time, pulling Bryn in as if begging her to do it harder.
With a grin, Bryn obliged. Hand slipping between them, she palmed Vivian’s inner thigh, earning a shiver and another curse. The raspy sound was going to haunt Bryn. Was going to chase her in her dreams and amplify her fantasies.