The room was dark and Jules would’ve been fine if it stayed that way until Frankie looked down at her, holding her chin in her hand and grazing her bottom lip with her thumb.
“I want to see you,” she said. “Can I?”
Jules swallowed down a lump in her throat and nodded towards the lamp on her bedside table. Her eyes followed Frankie as she rounded the bed and flicked it on, filling the room with dim warm light.
She sat down on the edge of her bed and the sight in front of her made her mouth go dry; Frankie in nothing but a lace trimmed black bra and matching black underwear. Her body was strong, Jules already knew that, but seeing it like this now, so bare and exposed, all defined muscles and undeniable strength, was enough to send a pang of arousal to her core.
“Enjoying the view?”
Yes, she really, really was, but the smug grin on Frankie’s face as she put her hands on her hips, allowing Jules to openly gawk at her, made Jules want to delay the obvious, which was her tugging Frankie down on top of her and feeling all of that skin against her own.
They could both play this game.
“Someone sure is cocky. Maybe I’m just thinking about how much I like your underwear set. I might have to go buy something similar for myself.”
“I don’t know…” Frankie stepped closer, pushing Jules' thighs apart by slipping her own long leg between them, and she hooked a finger under the strap of the bra Jules was wearing. “I think I like yours more but…” A deft finger slid the strap off her shoulder and Jules had to flatten her palms against the bedspread to steady herself. “I think it would look even better on the floor.”
Jesus, the effect this woman had on her. Did Frankie even realize how spellbinding she was, how utterly sexy? The skin beneath Frankie’s touch burned with want and Jules reached behind her back to unclasp her bra then slowly let it fall, her eyes never straying from the intense stare in the green pair watching her, tracking her every movement.
Frankie heaved a shaky sigh as her eyes fell to bare breasts, and Jules felt her nipples harden in response. She was a fairly small woman, and when standing beside her brother who had more than three inches on her, some people often found it hard to believe they were twins if not for their matching eyes, smile, and colour of their hair.
She had been, however, ample chested since hitting puberty and Frankie was clearly quite taken by the sight. She said nothing as she unabashedly admired Jules and the smile on her lips, the way she tugged her bottom lip between her teeth and bit back a groan, was so unbelievably hot it made Jules sweat.
Instead of pushing her back against the mattress and sliding on top of her, Frankie slowly knelt in front of Jules' legs, flattening her palms over her thighs and pushing her knees apart again. It put them at eye level and Jules fluttered her own eyes closed as Frankie leaned in, but not to kiss her lips.
No, Frankie leaned in to press open mouthed kisses across her chest and between the valley of her breasts before hesitating at her left nipple.
She blew warm air against it and Jules clamped her legs shut, locking Frankie between them, then buried her hands in the red hair she had come to love so much.
“Fuck, Frankie…please.”
“Please what?” Frankie kissed just beside her nipple. “You can’t be that impatient already, can you?”
Jules almost had to laugh at that because Frankie had been true to her word, she was a tease in the bedroom.
“You know what…just—”
“I want to hear you say it. I want you tobegme for it.”
Good lord, Jules was going to die. She was going to die at the hands of the sexiest woman she’d ever met and she was going to die happy.
“Suck my tits, Frankie. Please, I…I need it.”
“Mmm, good girl.” Frankie swirled her wet tongue around a pert nipple and palmed the other breast, then wrapped her lips around Jules’ nipple and sucked on it gently. “That's what I wanted to hear.”
Jules' entire body jerked at the sensation and she dug her fingers into Frankie’s scalp, holding her as closely to her chest as she possibly could. If this is what it already feltlike, she wasn’t sure she’d survive Frankie touching other parts of her body.
She was already wrecked, ruined before she’d even taken her panties off, and Frankie looked up at her with a smug smile on her face as she released her nipple with a pronounced pop.
“What else do you want, Jules?”
Everything. She wanted absolutely everything.
Chapter 27
Blue eyes stared at Frankie while she kissed her way from one nipple to the other, lapping at it hungrily.
“Answer the question, Jules.”