Chapter 12
Justine didn’t know what to do. If she’d had this kind of conversation with Sienna at Min-ji’s—if she’d allowed herself to take the time for it—she might not have invited Sienna to her place. She might not have slept with her because she liked her too much. In fact, there was very little not to like about the woman sitting across from her, licking her dessert spoon. The more the evening went on, and the more wine she drank, the more Justine wanted to have sex with Sienna again. But she shouldn’t. There was actually something at stake here and Justine knew what she was like. Although she had just been very honest about that as well. So, she figured she’d do what she always did: leave it up to the other person. To Sienna.
“Once again, utterly delicious.” Justine looked into Sienna’s eyes—because it was one thing to leave the initiative to her, it was another to not convey interest.
“Thanks.” Sienna returned her gaze. “And for the record, I don’t really know what to make of you either, nor of… this.” She waved her spoon about.
“That’s a dessert spoon. Probably a very expensive one, but that’s really all it is.”
Sienna chuckled softly as she shook her head. “You must have broken quite a few hearts,” she said. “You’re very easy to like and, well, I didn’t just sleep with you because you’re a legend either.”
Here we go, Justine thought. “Maybe I’m easy to like, but I’m much harder to love. Trust me.”
Sienna shrugged. “I’m not looking for love tonight.” She licked her spoon as she returned Justine’s gaze again.
“Just so you know,” Justine said. “If you come on to me, I’m not going to resist you.”
“Because you can’t or you don’t want to?”
“Maybe a little of both.” No matter how delicious, Justine was no longer in the mood for dessert. “I’ve been meaning to ask: is Bright your father’s real name? Because it does such a good job of describing you.”
“You’re such a delicious flirt. I really quite like it.”
“I figured as much.” Justine waited. “And ditto.”
“Would you like to see my other Raffo Shah painting?” Sienna asked, putting her spoon down.
“Raffo would never forgive me if I didn’t enjoy her work when given the opportunity.”
“Come on, then.” Sienna pushed her chair back. “I’ll show you.”
Justine followed Sienna up the glass-and-steel staircase to the top floor of her gigantic duplex loft, into her master bedroom, its color scheme seemingly picked to complement Raffo’s painting.
Justine made a spectacle of examining the work, exaggerating her reaction, probably because she was a touch nervous about this.
“Raffo’s so talented.” She marveled at the vibrant hues of the painting. Justine had never seen it before, yet it felt keenly familiar.
“Do you ever stop to think that you gave Raffo the opportunity to develop her talent?” Sienna stood behind Justine and, without further ado, slipped her arms around her waist.
“Nope,” Justine said resolutely. “Because that’s not why I do what I do.”
Sienna chuckled and her breath was warm on the back of Justine’s neck. Sienna’s hot whisper of breath was soon followed by the soft touch of her lips on Justine’s sensitive skin there.
“You don’t seem to care much that making art can be the most important thing about a person,” Sienna said softly in between gentle kisses.
Even though potentially interesting, this was not a conversation Justine wanted to have right now. She pivoted in Sienna’s embrace and faced her.
“Is it the most important thing about you?” she asked, not because she was desperate for Sienna’s answer, but simply because she wanted to prolong the moment.
Slowly, Sienna shook her head, then tilted her head forward and brought her lips a mere fraction of an inch away from Justine’s.
Justine inhaled her divine scent and brought her hands to Sienna’s cheeks.
“Actually,” she said, her lips almost touching Sienna’s as she spoke. “I don’t think I can resist you.”
Sienna lay naked on top of Justine, her knee between Justine’s legs as she kissed and kissed her. How divine was it to kiss Sienna Bright? How utterly wonderful and butterfly-inducing and like-you-never-wanted-it-to-end. Then the kiss did end, but only because Sienna nuzzled a soft path to Justine’s ear.
“This time, I am going to make you come,” Sienna breathed into Justine’s ear, then followed up with more kisses, making it impossible for Justine to respond that, sure, a climax was always great, but it wasn’t the be-all and end-all of sex for her. And Sienna might have boldly claimed the other night her ego was not that fragile, but that might very well just have been posturing.
Because of all the kissing, Justine’s clit was throbbing furiously against Sienna’s smooth leg. And Sienna didn’t stop. Her tongue danced inside Justine’s mouth, her teeth softly pulled at her lower lip, while her hands roamed everywhere they could go. Until she slipped off Justine and gazed down into her eyes.
“Do you have lube?” Justine asked.
“Which sexually active woman doesn’t?” Sienna simply said and leaned over toward the nightstand.
You’d be surprised, Justine thought, but maybe it was different with the next generation, for whom sex was much more openly discussed—especially pleasurable sex for women.
Justine adored Sienna’s complete lack of complicated feelings toward this—toward being in bed with an older woman. In fact, it might be more complicated for Justine. She wasn’t in the habit of picking up younger women. She enjoyed flirting in her own age range and above. Later, she’d take a moment to consider if it meant something, apart from the fact that Sienna was—of course—playing her ex-girlfriend when she’d been much younger. But they’d both been a lot younger then.
Right now, the sight of Sienna squirting lube onto her fingers was far too arousing. Justine swallowed hard. Her breath hitched in her throat. She felt as though she might be wet like a river, but the truth was that she didn’t know. Either way, it wasn’t an issue. Sienna surely was proactive about that. Moreover, this whole scene was so breathtakingly hot, it made Justine’s clit pulse even harder with unquestionable desire.
“Hey.” Sienna sidled up to her and glued her warm body to Justine’s side. This time, she didn’t kiss Justine, just looked into her eyes as she brought her wet fingers between Justine’s legs. She slowly skated them along Justine’s lips, then upward to her clit, where she ever-so-gently drew a circle.
“Oh, fuck.” Instantly, Justine knew Sienna would be able to make good on the promise she’d made earlier—and effortlessly so.
Sienna’s finger swirled around Justine’s clit with increasing intensity and while it made Justine feel like endless slews of butterflies were flapping their tiny wings like crazy in her stomach, what made her ready to tip over the edge most of all was how Sienna peered into her eyes, the smallest hint of a smile tugging at her lips—not a smug smile, but one brimming with warmth and kindness. That and her easy sexiness. The supreme hotness that made the camera love her, the charm that made Sienna Bright pop on the big screen. She was so fucking gorgeous and her wet-hot finger was stroking Justine’s clit with just the right amount of pressure and, oh, Sienna sure knew what she was doing—those butterflies in Justine’s stomach were about to take flight—and her eyes were so incredibly friendly and expressive and Justine was reading so much—too much, probably—into them, but she didn’t care.
Heat traveled through her flesh at lightning speed. Her muscles contracted. The butterflies had spread all over her skin, making it tingle, until whatever it was she’d been holding onto exploded in her core, and she let Sienna give her that climax she’d so craved—she hadn’t been the only one.
Justine was about to catch her breath, when Sienna’s fingers slipped inside her. Breathing properly would have to wait as all the air was expelled from her lungs with the deep moan coming from her throat.
“I’ve been wanting to fuck you for days,” Sienna said, taking things to a whole new level of hotness.
Sienna’s fingers moved slowly but with purpose inside Justine, with a deftness that betrayed a lot of experience. All these women who had the audacity of playing hard to get with Sienna. How Justine wanted to tell them what fools they were, although that was easy enough to think when Sienna was doing this. When she was stroking deep inside of her with a look on her face that only confirmed what she’d just said. She’d been wanting to fuck Justine for days. Really? It was probably just something she said.
“Oh, god, Si—” Justine moaned, no longer capable of pronouncing Sienna’s full name.
Maybe, subconsciously, Justine had been wanting this for days as well. She must have by the way her body was reacting to Sienna, who was still looking into her eyes, gauging her face, making this much more intimate than Justine was used to. Sienna’s soft gaze on her created a cocoon of closeness between them. It made Justine feel as though they were the only two people on the planet. It made her feel as though Sienna only ever wanted to do this with her, until the end of times. As though she might do more than quite like her. It made Justine feel special—not something she often felt, no matter how many times someone told her she was a ‘legend’ or something else to that effect.
Sienna wiggled her fingers in the most delightful manner and leaned closer toward Justine. She could feel Sienna’s hot breath on her lips, mixing with her own desperate groans of pleasure. When Sienna’s soft lips touched against Justine’s, she surrendered to Sienna once again. To this warmth between them. The flirting they couldn’t seem to help. The dexterity of her fingers and how a kiss from Sienna felt like a kiss from the best and brightest goddess from the heavens up above—something Justine didn’t even believe in. Still, that was how it felt.
Sienna broke their divine kiss and slid her fingers out of Justine.
“That’s some lube,” Sienna joked, yet her face looked earnest.
“Everything in this apartment is clearly super-deluxe.” Justine chuckled at her own silly words. To make up for it, she pulled Sienna close and whispered, “That was really something.”