Chapter 10
Diana’s bedroom is different than the last time I was here. Bright and pink, like it should be. No darkness or overwhelming gloom.
“Mom will be so mad if she finds out I let Clara sleep over at Tommy’s,” she says, tossing her purse onto the vanity. “She thinks it’s unseemly for Clara to be friends with a boy.”
I drop down onto her bed and sink into the plush comforter, trying not to think about the last time I was in this bed. “Unseemly? Who even talks like that?”
She snorts, digging through her jewelry box. “My mother. She says it at least twice a week.”
That makes me giggle, easy and warm. It feels strange. Like we’re ten again and I’m sneaking cookies while her mom lectures her brother downstairs about something he supposedly did wrong.
“God, how is she so serious all the time? I was scared of her when we were kids.”
“You should’ve been.” Diana grins, pulling the pins from her hair one by one. “I’m still a little scared.” I laugh again, like no time has passed.
Until I notice her watching me through the mirror on her vanity. Her eyes flick up from her reflection, catch mine. She’s got that look again, the one that always seems to undo me.
“What?”
She tilts her head, pretending to fix her hair, but she never really looks away. “Nothing. You just… You seem happy.”
“I guess I sort of am. Shocking, I know.”
She smiles, but it’s fragile, like she’s feeling a little guilty. And maybe she should be, but I’m not in the mood to give her a hard time about it tonight.
“Good. You deserve to be.”
I shrug, sitting up on my elbows. “You seem happy too. You always looked miserable when I would see you with those rich assholes.”
That earns me a real smile, lighting up her whole face. She stands, crossing to the bed, her scent sweet and dizzying in the air between us as she climbs up to hover over me. “I guess you bring it out in me.”
I raise my eyebrows. “You’re laying it on pretty thick. Was there something you wanted?”
“Don’t act like you don’t know.”
“Know what?” I ask, even though I do, and god, I don’t understand it.
She leans closer, her hair falling over her shoulder and brushing my arm. “That I haven’t been able to stop thinking about touching you again.”
“Diana,” I whisper, the only thing I can get out when she’s looking at me like that. Her fingers trace the edge of my jaw, tentative, like she’s afraid I’ll push her away.
“We shouldn’t do this. I know that it’s wrong. But I can’t help it.”
“I must be pretty irresistible, then.” I try to keep my voice steady, like I’ve got the upper hand, but my heart’s beating out of my chest, and I feel glued to the bed.
Her eyes roam every inch of my face and then land on my lips. “Yes.”
When her lips brush mine, I don’t even put up a fight. Her tongue slips into my mouth, and I moan, unable to contain the sound. It’s different from that night at the garden, or the lake, or the frantic kisses we shared the last time we were here.
It’s slow, filled with a tenderness that makes me ache. She moans against my lips, her fingers threading through my hair, tugging lightly. I grip her arms, pulling her closer, needing more.
Needing her.
She rests her body on top of mine as the kisses become deeper. Her hands fumble with the clasp of my overalls, tugging on them, before letting out a frustrated sound.
She sits back, brow furrowed, cheeks flushed.
“Hold still.”
“They’re tricky,” I say, breathless, reaching up to help her.
“Finally,” she exclaims when the metal gives, working the denim down my body until it pools around my ankles. When she finally gets them off, she tosses them aside, leaving me in a thin white tank and underwear.
Being naked with her feels a lot different than it did last time, in the safety of the dark.
I can’t fight the urge to squirm under her gaze that narrows right in on where I crave her touch. A knowing smile spreads across her face, like she’s seeing every secret I’ve ever tried to hide from her.
Thankfully, she doesn’t say anything.
Instead, she stands up straight and tugs on the thin strap of her dress. The soft blue fabric slips off her shoulder and then…
She hesitates.
She glances down at herself, then back up at me, a new uncertainty flashing across her features.
“What is it, Di?” I ask, sitting up to strip the rest of my clothes off, thinking maybe she doesn’t want to be naked first.
Her eyes trail over my bare body, while I do everything in my power not to hide under her gaze.
“It’s nothing,” she says quickly, shaking her head to dispel whatever was causing her concern, and makes quick work of removing her clothes.
I haven’t been able to get a good look, always trying not to stare. But I’m looking now.
“Holy shit.”
My eyes roam hungrily over every exposed inch of her flawless skin. She’s breathtaking. All smooth curves and sun-kissed skin, but there’s vulnerability written all over her face, a silent plea for my approval.
“You’re gorgeous, Diana. Like a goddess. Seriously.” The words tumble out, honest and stupid.
A flush creeps up my neck as I continue to look at her, growing more self-conscious about my own nudity. Where she’s perfection, I’m lanky, way too pale, and covered head to toe in too many freckles.
Diana joins me on the bed again, straddling my lap. Her fingers slide through my hair, tilting my head back to look up at her. “Thank you,” she says, so earnest. “But nothing compares to your beauty, Lily Price.”
While I’m inclined to argue that, I’m not exactly in a position to do so at the moment.
Her hands roam over my body, tracing the lines of my ribs, tickling along my sides, thumbs brushing my pointed nipples. Heat radiates from her core, so close. “Do you want me to keep going?” she asks, her voice a husky whisper, brushing my lips, but not kissing me all the way.
When did she learn to be such a tease?
“Yes,” I breathe out, nodding frantically, unable to hide how much I need her. “Please, Diana. Anything.”
My hands grasp her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as I pull her closer. She finally captures my lips in another searing kiss, all tongue and teeth and pent-up desperation.
She rocks against me for the first time, probably an accident, but her pussy covered in only thin wet fabric, meets mine. We both gasp into each other’s mouths.
She breaks the kiss, panting heavily, her eyes dark with desire, and lifts her hips enough to shift her panties down and off. It’s an awkward movement, and I almost laugh, but then every single thought leaves my brain except that she’s fully exposed, vulnerable only for me.
And this time, when she angles her body against mine, it’s on purpose.
It’s fucking everything.
“Oh god, Diana,” I moan loudly, lost in the sensation of our bodies moving as one. Sweat forms on my face, my skin flushed and tingling everywhere. I’ve never felt anything like this, so consumed by pleasure.
My hands find her ass, encouraging her movements as she grinds against me, the slick heat of her arousal mixing with my own. It’s filthy and intimate and so fucking hot.
When she leans forward, unable to remain upright, I capture one of her nipples in my mouth. She cries out, arching into my mouth. “Yes, just like that,” she pants, grinding faster as she chases her pleasure against me. “Feels so good, sweetheart.”
And fuck, that does me in.
I don’t get the chance to try to stop it, my orgasm hits me hard, rolling through my whole body with a high-pitched moan.
Diana groans, grinding harder as my entrance clenches around nothing. She rides me until I’m a mess beneath her, clinging to her comforter like it can offer some relief.
She chases her own orgasm, ignoring my helpless whines at the feeling of her directly against my oversensitive clit.
“Diana, wait! Fuck!” I cry out, my second climax crashing over me even harder than the first. It’s toe curling, back bowing off the bed, intense.
I’m coming undone, shattered into a million pieces.
Am I still alive?
I’ve barely started to come down before Diana throws her head back, gushing even more as she finds her own release.
The sound of our uneven breath is the only sound in the room. Diana collapses half on top of me, her chest rising and falling against my shoulder. Every muscle in my body feels like jelly, I can barely move, but Diana?
She’s smiling.
“Wow,” she says with a hint of awe, like she can’t believe any of it happened. All I can manage is a sound, something like a groan, my head lolling to the side to look at her.
She giggles and snuggles closer, tucking herself against me. “You okay over there?” She teases, brushing her nose against my cheek.
“Barely.”
“Good. Because we’re definitely doing that again.”
That makes my eyes snap open.
“No,” I say immediately, smacking her hand away that’s inching suspiciously low. “Stay away from my pussy for at least a week.”
She gasps. “Lily!”
“What?”
“You can’t say that word!”
I raise an eyebrow. “Why not?”
She sits up, crossing her arms with a pout. “It’s crude.”
I laugh with my entire body, even though I’m too exhausted for it. “Crude? You just—” I gesture vaguely between us. “You think the word’s worse than what you did?”
She presses her lips together, standing her ground. “That’s different.”
“Oh, sure,” I say, dragging the words out. “So you can do it, but you can’t say it.”
“Exactly,” she says primly, like it makes perfect sense. I shake my head in amusement and disbelief.
“You know,” I start, remembering the question that’s been gnawing at me since the last time we did this. “You wouldn’t let me touch you that day at the lake. What happened to waiting, huh?”
Her smile falters. “Yeah, well,” she murmurs, looking down, “things change.”
There’s something in the way she says that, something off, but I’m too tired to chase it. I hum, closing my eyes.
She settles back in beside me, pressing her face into my shoulder and wrapping her arm around my torso. When she finally speaks again, it’s a whisper.
“I love you, Lily.”