Page 60 of Hairpin Curves

“I hope it all turns out okay. We should be fine to drive out tomorrow night. The storm is supposed to stop by afternoon.” Scarlett bit her lip, pressing that plump flesh with her teeth, and Megan wanted to lick that spot. It took her a moment to realize Scarlett was still talking. “—early in the morning,” she finished.

Megan asked her to repeat herself, trying not to let on what she’d actually been thinking about.

“I said, worst-case scenario, we leave early Saturday morning. It’s only a few hours, and the wedding’s not until Saturday evening. We can do it if we have to.” Scarlett typed something into the computer, nodded, and then closed the laptop screen. “I’ve been messaging with Juliet. She knows we’re delayed and said she’s sure we’ll make it in time.”

“I’m glad.”

“You don’t sound convinced.” Scarlett set the laptop aside on the coffee table next to their completed puzzle.

Megan wasn’t about to tell her that the reason she didn’t sound convinced was because she was still distracted at the thought of climbing into that bed. “Just got a lot on my mind, that’s all.”

“You tired?”

“I think I’ll probably go to bed, yeah.” Megan couldn’t look at Scarlett. If Scarlett saw her eyes, she would know what Megan wanted. She’d see right through her.

“I won’t be too long. Save room for me.”

“Yup.” Without making eye contact, Megan got up and hurried to get ready for bed. She paused only to blow out the candle.

The gods were not smiling down on her, because despite her desire to be asleep by the time Scarlett came to bed, she was still wide awake.

“You asleep?” Scarlett whispered, the bed dipping down behind Megan as she slid beneath the covers.

She could feign sleep. “No,” she said instead.

“I was thinking. Last night was pretty intense for me.” Scarlett’s voice trembled a little as she spoke.

Hearing Scarlett admit it, just come right out and say the thing Megan had been thinking, made Megan freeze up. She didn’t want to interrupt, and held her breath.

“It isn’t normally like that for me,” Scarlett finished. She sounded honest, and vulnerable, and needy, and Megan had to roll over and face her.

Suddenly they were only inches apart. In the darkness, Megan didn’t feel as afraid about making eye contact anymore, and a gleam from the window caught Scarlett’s gaze. “Me neither,” Megan finally said. And then, because Scarlett was right there, because her lips glistened wetly in the low light, and because Megan apparently had no self control, she leaned over and kissed Scarlett again.

Megan wasn’t expecting Scarlett to laugh against her mouth. The sound rumbled through her, tickling her lips, and Scarlett’s mouth twitched upward. “Are we doing this again?” Scarlett murmured.

“Do you want to?”

Scarlett kissed her back. “It’s a bad idea.”

Her smile was infectious, and Megan returned it. “Then stop kissing me.”

Another kiss. “I don’t want to.”

Megan chuckled. “But it’s a bad idea.”

“Yeah.” Scarlett slid her hand into Megan’s hair, fingernails scratching over the scalp. “I’m full of bad ideas.”

Those bad ideas had Megan flat on her back in minutes, naked and moaning as Scarlett teased her open with long, deft fingers. When Megan was dripping wet and going out of her mind, Scarlett brushed the dildo against her, gentle pressure without ever quite pushing inside. Lying alongside Megan like this, cock in hand, Scarlett seemed content to take her sweet time and watch Megan’s reactions. “You want more?” Scarlett murmured, her lips tickling Megan’s ear as Megan swore and arched her hips up. “Tell me you want more.”

Megan nodded, throat tight, twitching at each brush of her clit. “Please,” she breathed, and then moaned in relief as Scarlett worked the length inside and then began to gently thrust.

“Look at you.” Scarlett brushed the hair off Megan’s forehead, staring down at her, giving Megan nowhere to escape as she began to rub the heel of her hand across Megan’s clit with each thrust. Megan wanted to look away; she was too vulnerable, too exposed, her desire leaving her open, and she closed her eyes as the pressure built inside her.

Then, Scarlett stopped. Megan’s eyes flashed open and she saw Scarlett grinning, enjoying every moment of this.

“Fuck, Scarlett, don’t stop!” She thrust her hips up, the climax slipping away. “What the fuck?”

Scarlett laughed, pressing a kiss onto Megan’s neck. “I just like seeing your face.”