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“Hey, we could be gals being pals,” Zia said, lifting her head with a mischievous smile on her face.

“Totally. Just like in all those historical photos when women were in bed together completely naked and cuddling. Gals being pals.”

At my description, Zia’s throat worked hard as she swallowed, and she licked her lips again.

“Totally gals being pals,” she said, her voice breathy.

“Do you want me to get the check?” I asked.

“I really think you need to get the check,” Zia said, her voice steady, yet filled with need.

And so, I got the check, wanting more, needing more, and genuinely nervous. Though I didn’t care. Because I needed to know what she tasted like.

I needed to know what she felt like against me.

I just needed to know.

Chapter 5

Zia

If one could become intoxicated on lust and promise, I’d have gone to my knees hours ago. As it was, I stood in my living room in front of Meredith, our clothes on, our bodies a breath apart, and knew if I stood here much longer, I’d be down on my knees anyway.

How I could be here in this moment so quickly, I didn’t know, but I didn’t dare wonder what could have been.

Instead, I wanted to breathe, to live, and to forget my worries and finally fall into the temptation that was Meredith’s taste.

“Let me kiss you?” I asked, my breath shaky.

“You have to ask?” Meredith leaned forward, her eyes dark, her mouth parted.

“Of course, I do. I don’t want to do anything neither of us is ready for.”

The woman in front of me laughed, the sound going right to my core. “How about this? Anything for tonight is wanted. Needed. We see where it goes, then wonder what could happen in the morning. You don’t need to ask. Now fucking kiss me, Zia.”

And so, I did.

She was soft.

Supple.

Achingly perfect.

And I needed more.

She tasted of whiskey and delight. Of promise and heartbreak.

And I craved her.

Meredith slid her fingers into my hair, and I angled my head back, opening my mouth for more. She bit at my lip, and I grinned, holding back a laugh as she licked away the sting.

“You taste like our evening,” Meredith said, her voice low.

“Should I ask you if you want to see how the rest of me tastes?” I asked, daring, teasing.

“I think we should figure that out.” Her eyes went bright with need this time, her cheekbones stained pink.

I knew the look in her eyes matched mine, and I swallowed hard, needing more. Needing the woman in front of me.