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Phil was perched in a window that looked out over the thickest part of the garden, taking in the night view.
Wil held out her hand to Almond Butter, who rubbed her face against Wil’s fingers. “She seems good,” Wil said. “She’s met a lot of cats over the years because of my housemates, and she’s always the cat who keeps the peace. But she’ll need her heated bed wherever I’ll be sleeping.”
Wil glanced at Katie, her belly deciding at that moment to flip over and then make everything in her body ache.
“Come here,” Katie said.
Wil stood, and Katie pulled Wil close. Her cheeks were flushed. There was still a mark on one of them where the seat belt in the van had pressed in when she’d used it like a pillow.
“Hi,” Wil whispered. She reached out and put her hand at Katie’s waist.
“Hi.” Katie took a deep breath. “I have three guest rooms, Wil. All of them are ready, but I think if you took one of them I would”—Katie laughed—“I think I’d just invite myself in, probably half an hour after you went to bed. But I am a grown woman? You can have your own space. If you want.”
Wil put her hand against the side of Katie’s neck. Under her jaw. She rubbed Katie’s jaw with her thumb. Katie closed her eyes, because it wasn’t a neutral place to touch someone. It wasn’t where your friend would touch you. It wasn’thowa friend would touch you.
It was a touch that asked permission for something else.
When Katie opened her eyes, she took a quiet breath and laced her legs between Wil’s so that she was close enough for Wil to feel her breath against her lips. Wil put her other hand on the otherside of Katie’s neck, feeling the goose bumps break out under her fingertips.
“I’ve seen you do this before,” Katie said, soft. “On your videos. I’ve seen you hold someone like this.”
Wil smiled. “Usually only if I’m pretty into them.”
“I got that impression,” Katie said. “Watching the videos. I always wanted to be the one you kissed who you held like this before you did it. Those kisses usually got pretty…”
“Interesting?”
“No. I mean, sure. But I was going to say ‘hot.’ Like, very, extremely, horny hot.”
“Can I kiss you, Katie?” Wil moved her hands gently, her fingers to Katie’s nape, her thumbs over her earlobes. Because she was done. Done with their bet, which had only been an excuse for them to get close to each other anyway, and done kissing everyone she’d kissed since Katie got famous but not kissing Katie.
“You can,” Katie said.
Wil’s heart stopped.
Then Katie reached up and grabbed onto Wil’s wrists to pull her the last half inch to her mouth, and Wil was kissing Katie, or Katie was kissing Wil, but either way, they both moaned at the same time like they’d been waiting thirteen years and seven days to kiss—which they had, exactly that long, and longer. Katie’s mouth was so soft, and they kissed softly, just kisses, just three times, and then Katie was sucking Wil’s bottom lip into her mouth and Wil was tasting her, and Katie let go of Wil’s wrists so she could slide her hands up under Wil’s shirt, making her shiver when Katie dragged her nails up her sides.
It had been so long, solongsince Wil had kissed someone and it felt like this. Wil had felt tender and turned on and interested and surprised and hot and sexy when she’d kissed people for her channel, but she hadn’t felt those things like they were forher,like she wastaking something for herself, getting herself off and getting touched and letting go all the way, letting herself go and trusting that who she was kissing wanted her to let go and wanted to let go, too.
It was so fuckinghot.
Wil was touching Katie everywhere now. Everywhere she had always wondered about. Her hips, then over her breasts, which were naked under her loose shirt. Wil was so wet, then wetter when her thumb against Katie’s nipple made them both gasp into each other’s mouths and made Katie move to Wil’s neck, where her kissing slowed down and got very explicit just as she reached up and unhooked Wil’s bra.
“God,” Wil breathed, and laughed. “I’m actually dying, Katie.”
“Not yet.” Katie kissed Wil’s throat and slid her hands under Wil’s loosened bra to touch the sides of her breasts, which made Wil grab at Katie with no specific intent other than to prevent herself from puddling to the floor, broken by unmuted lust. “Don’t die yet.”
“Okay, but you’re going to have to take me to a second location,” Wil said. “I can’t maintain any posture that’s not helping me put all of my concentration on coming for the next two hundred years.”
Katie laughed. “It worked! I am a kissing genius. That’s good, because I didn’t love the plan where I snuck into your bedroom.”
But there was something in Katie’s expression, something eloquent that made Wil think about the fact that Katie hadn’t had partnered intimacy in a very long time, and she was also a very physical, and definitely sexual, person. What they had already done, on the prim HomeGoods love seat in Diana and Craig’s basement, was one of the dirtiest things Wil had ever gotten herself into, and they had been fully clothed, and no tongues had been involved.
Wil might not actuallysurvivemaking love with Katie Price.
Katie moved in again, and Wil kissed her. Kissed her more, let Katie crumple the front of Wil’s shirt in her hand, which made Wil clench so hard that she almost touched herself, putting pressure where she needed it, but she didn’t. She wanted to see what would happen if she waited.
Katie stepped away just a little and took Wil’s hand. “Come on.”