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  Though Ella had a steady boyfriend in high school and had consummated her relationship with him, she’d always been attracted to women. Now she’d finally summoned the courage to act on it.

  Ella had been in dozens of pageants, but not once had she been confronted with such desire for another woman. Pageant contestants were so girly and well, straight. For the first time in her life, Ella realized she was attracted to a type. The butch with black hair had left Ella in a puddle. She’d always found herself drawn to actresses and images of women with short hair and tattoos. But in person, Ella was powerless against the blatant sexuality that emanated from Lindsey. From her coltish figure to the alpha female timbre of Lindsey’s husky voice, she turned Ella on.

  It was that sense of powerlessness that had Ella considering doing something as illicit and dangerous as having a one-night stand—with a woman.

  The back of her neck heated and her nipples ached. She couldn’t say no to this. She didn’t want to say no.

  In spite of the warning bells blaring in her head. In spite of the risks.

  “Your room or mine?” Lindsey asked softly, lacing her fingers with Ella’s.

  “Yours. Mine is in the block of contestant rooms.”

  “Good thinking,” Lindsey said. “I’m in room 634.”

  Ella nodded.

  Lindsey hopped out of the cab first and strolled into the hotel. Ella followed several paces behind. This was silly. In the twenty-first century, why should they have to hide?

  She knew why.

  Her father was up for reelection. His conservative constituency wouldn’t approve of a daughter with a lesbian orientation.

  And yet, politics was her father’s life. Not hers. She debated catching up to Lindsey and going to her room with her until she saw the big banner advertising the Miss Georgia National pageant bearing the teary-eyed winner from last year being crowned.

  If she made the finals or won, there’d be a certain amount of media coverage. And then there was the interview with the school where she’d interned. The superintendent was a friend of her father’s and she’d been promised a position there. How would the school feel if they knew she was gay?

  Gay…

  Was she really a lesbian? The knowledge stunned her. Being with Lindsey had seemed so natural. Being with her college boyfriend had been anything but natural. It had been forced and had left her aching for something she couldn’t have defined then.

  But now she knew.

  She heaved a sigh. This thing with Lindsey was only going to be temporary anyway. They might not ever get together again, and a night of sex, no matter how good, wasn’t worth risking her whole future over.

  It didn’t matter if she was a lesbian. She could never be open about it.

  She took a separate elevator and went to her own suite to brush her teeth and freshen up before she went to Lindsey’s room.

  Lindsey had left her door ajar. With a quick glance right and left, Ella slipped inside.

  Camera equipment was everywhere. On the extra bed, on the desk, the dresser and the floor. Clothes exploded from a duffle bag on the built-in desk that would have been hardly large enough to contain Ella’s makeup.

  “Do you want something to drink?” Lindsey said from the doorway of the bathroom.

  Ella shook her head as she closed and locked the door.

  “Damn, you’re beautiful,” Lindsey said, moving toward her.

  Ella didn’t know how to respond. Lindsey wasn’t the type of girl anyone would call beautiful, though her features and figure were attractive. No. Lindsey was more than attractive. She was downright sexy.

  The wax-coated spikes of her short black hair jutted out in all directions. Her tongue ring flashed when she opened her mouth. The half-sleeve of tats crawling over both arms gave her a bad-girl look that made Ella positively wet between the legs. In short, Lindsey looked as if she knew how to fuck.

  Ella’s back found the closed door as Lindsey moved against her. Every part of Lindsey’s taut, angular frame molded to Ella’s softness.

  “I can’t wait to taste you,” Lindsey murmured just before she claimed Ella’s mouth.

  At first Ella tensed, but when the kiss deepened she had little choice but to respond. She’d imagined this moment from the very first time she’d crushed on a girl. She’d kissed her college roommate during a game of truth or dare and had never been able get the feel of a woman’s soft, pliable mouth out of her head.

  Now it was happening again, for real.

  Her body reacted in ways it never had with her boyfriend. Liquid dampened her panties. Her breasts tightened and she arched into Lindsey’s touch when her palm brushed over one of Ella’s nipples. Her limbs trembled with erotic need.

  Terror that she didn’t know how to touch another woman evaporated as desire heightened as quickly as a rocket shooting toward space. Ella encircled Lindsey’s narrow hips with her hands and dragged her closer.

  Lindsey’s insistent mouth moved to her neck, where she drew in a harsh breath. “You smell so fucking good.”

  Fingers tugged at Ella’s tank, dragging the fabric up and then off over her head. Lindsey’s admiring gaze fell to Ella’s breasts while she slid Ella’s bra straps down to free one nipple.

  “You’re making me wet, princess,” Lindsey said huskily as she bent to take the tip of Ella’s breast in her mouth. The warm tongue seemed incongruously soft compared to the hot metal ball as it rolled around Ella’s nipple.

  Holding Lindsey’s head captive, Ella trembled. Never had attention to her breasts been so arousing. She half thought she might be able to come if Lindsey didn’t touch her anywhere else.

  Fingers replaced the mouth as Lindsey moved to the other breast. She jerked the lacy fabric of Ella’s bra free and began to suck while she kneaded with her thumb and forefinger.

  Savage need exploded between Ella’s thighs. She felt as if she were burning up from the inside out. And just when she thought she’d die from sheer desire, Lindsey’s hand worked under the waistband of her jeans and pushed downward, underneath her panties—until fingers found flesh.

  “Your pussy’s wet.”

  Ella shook. Her knees would have buckled if Lindsey didn’t have her pressed against the door.

  Voices came from hotel clients passing by outside but Ella didn’t take time to consider the muffled conversations, or that little other than a steel door separated those people from this earth-shattering moment happening right now.

  Lindsey lifted her head from Ella’s breast to gaze into her eyes as she wriggled her finger further.

  Ella sucked in a breath as the digit slipped inside.

  “That feel good, princess?”

  Unable to form words, Ella nodded.

  “Take your pants off.”

  Lindsey’s hand disappeared and Ella ached for the loss. And while Ella unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her hips, she watched in bliss-struck awe as Lindsey sucked the glistening cream off her middle finger.

  Lindsey’s pupils enlarged and glittered like chips of onyx. “Mmm. I want more of that.”

  Ella’s clit jolted.

  “Take off those panties too.”

  Ella slid the drenched lace down her thighs and then let the fabric fall to the floor. Her half-discarded bra joined the panties as Lindsey kneeled. “Spread your legs, baby,” Lindsey commanded softly as she brushed her thumb along Ella’s neatly trimmed landing strip.

  The muscles in Ella’s thighs burned as she dipped slightly and parted her knees. Why couldn’t she stop shaking? Heat from Lindsey’s breath fanned her pussy.

  “You smell so sweet, so good…” Lindsey muttered before she bestowed a soft kiss on the needy flesh.

  Ella whimpered. “Don’t tease me.”

  Lindsey tickled Ella’s opening with the tip of her finger. “Tell me what you want, princess.”

  “I want your mouth on me. I want your finger inside me. Please, Lindsey. Please…”

  She barely finished the la
st word before Lindsey’s lips closed on Ella’s clit. The tongue ring circling her flesh drove her mindless and when a finger slid all the way inside her, Ella couldn’t prevent a moan from escaping her lips.

  The door rattled as she searched for some sort of handhold other than the doorknob. Her other hand latched on to Lindsey’s short hair, tugging the spiky locks to anchor her in place.

  “Come here,” Lindsey whispered, gripping Ella’s thighs and dragging her downward.

  Lindsey sprawled on the floor on her back and drew Ella over her face. Ella’s palms flattened on the rough carpet as Lindsey pulled her hips down. Ella cried out when the hot mouth found her cunt again. She felt wanton on her hands and knees, riding a woman’s face in a strange hotel room.

  Lindsey’s tongue speared into her channel before sweeping through the folds and then plunging back inside again in a rhythm that ratcheted Ella’s pleasure higher and higher. She rocked her hips, grinding against Lindsey’s mouth, desperate to find release.

  “Oh God!” she cried, fists clenched. Her forehead fell against the carpet and she mewled as Lindsey sucked her clit.

  Ella had never allowed herself to orgasm at the touch of another but now she didn’t have a choice. Her body had a mind of its own.

  Everything inside her tightened to the breaking point and then detonated, sending pleasure firing through her veins, shooting up her spine to her scalp, her fingertips then down to her toes. Every stroke of Lindsey’s tongue sweetened her climax until Ella rolled off and lay breathlessly staring up at the ceiling.

  Lindsey propped on one elbow and slid the fingertip of her other hand through Ella’s slippery folds that still vibrated from her orgasm.

  “Has it been a while for you too?” Lindsey asked.

  “I guess it might be too late to confess this, but this is my first time with a woman.”

  Lindsey’s kiss-swollen lips parted. “You’re kiddin’.”

  Ella shook her head. “I’ve always wanted to. I just never had the opportunity.” She moaned when Lindsey’s finger slid into her pussy again.

  “What’d you think?” Lindsey asked.

  “I’ll tell you in the morning.” Ella grinned and dragged Lindsey half on top of her. They kissed as Lindsey fingered her slowly, plumbing the juicy depths with one digit and then two, reigniting Ella’s desire.

  “But it’s your turn,” Ella protested feebly.

  “I’ll get my share of turns.” Lindsey moved to Ella’s breast and sucked the nipple, drawing out the sweet bud until it was diamond-hard.

  Ella raised one knee so she could rock her hips in time with the finger thrusts. “I’ve never done that before.”

  “You mentioned that,” Lindsey said with a lazy grin.

  “I mean come. I’ve never come with anyone else.”

  Lindsey stared and then she smiled. “Well, you can’t ever say that again.” She reached deeper and Ella fought the need to close her eyes. Just the sight of the other woman’s breasts outlined by her shirt, the slender waist, feminine limbs and knowing those jeans hid the sex-slick crease between Lindsey’s thighs aroused Ella. Being touched by her at the same time was almost too much to take.

  The sound of wet suction met Ella’s ears. A woman’s touch was so different from a man’s. Sensual, thorough and almost hedonistic, the pleasure carried Ella to an unfamiliar plane. Gone was the sensation of her sexual energy being stripped from her by a dominant male. Gone was the ever-lurking fear of pregnancy.

  Instead Ella experienced desire for another—desire to fuck and be fucked.

  An unspoken understanding passed between two women, a psychic connection that only enhanced physical sensation.

  Whether she ever saw Lindsey again, Ella knew she’d been born to experience intimacy with a woman.

  “I want to touch you,” Ella whispered.

  “In a minute.” Lindsey moved impossibly closer. “Right now, this is all about you.”

  Ella shifted her hips to take more of the finger inside her. Sensitive tissue ignited, welcoming each deep stroke.

  “I can feel your pussy gripping my finger,” Lindsey said.

  Toying with her own nipple, Ella closed her eyes. She’d always been forced to lose herself in fantasy to come. Not with Lindsey. Here, right now, the fantasy was real. Carnal.

  Ella plucked her own nipple and squeezed hard as Lindsey took the other one in her mouth and sucked.

  “Oh!” Ella cried. The sensation was too much. She was going to come again. Her body tensed like a spring wound too tight. She rode the edge, teetering in a swathe of ecstasy until she let go.

  Unrivaled rapture snapped and unfurled through her, stemming from that sweet spot Lindsey’s fingertip caressed. While Ella still came, Lindsey’s mouth sought hers, hard and hungry, almost punishing.

  As soon as the last trace of bliss eddied away, Ella broke free of their kiss. She clutched Lindsey’s shirt and dragged it off over her head. She slid her fingers under the band of Lindsey’s sports bra, removed it and tossed the scrap of cloth on top of the discarded shirt.

  Ella couldn’t bear to drag her palms away from Lindsey’s small, tight breasts with their pebbled nipples. Fresh desire surged at the sight of her lover naked from the waist up. She’d never felt such need just from looking at another person. Reluctantly releasing Lindsey’s breasts, Ella unbuttoned her jeans.

  “Do you want to get on the bed?” Lindsey asked.

  Ella laughed. “I suppose it would be more comfortable.”

  Lindsey stood and shucked her jeans and cotton panties, revealing narrow hips, a neatly trimmed thatch and muscled legs. Her boyish physique was nothing like Ella’s lush curves, but it was perfect just the same. A little silver ring dangled from Lindsey’s bellybutton.

  She bent and took Ella’s hand, helping her up. They stood, hips to hips, breasts to breasts, touching and gazing at each other.

  “What do you think so far?” Lindsey asked, sweeping a strand of Ella’s hair off her neck.

  “I want to touch you,” Ella said. “And…taste you.” Boldly she reached between her lover’s legs and brushed her knuckles against the tight curls.

  Taking Ella’s hands, Lindsey took a step back and then sat on the bed. Holding Ella’s gaze, she opened her thighs.

  Ella’s pulse ran wild as she drank in Lindsey’s soft-gray eyes, her plush, parted lips, her decidedly masculine posture, and lower where there was no mistaking the femininity that had recently been concealed by boyish clothes.

  Lindsey lifted her chin with an almost arrogant confidence as she stroked her finger through her pink folds.

  Ella had never seen anyone so sexy.

  “Touch me, princess,” Lindsey said, reaching for Ella’s hand to draw her closer.

  Chapter Three

  Ella’s mouth went bone-dry as Lindsey guided her hand between her legs. Sucking in a harsh breath, Ella caressed the moist heat, thrilling when her lover’s thighs opened a fraction wider. Dampness trickled onto her fingertip as she explored the juicy crease.

  Her own clit pulsed with need as for the first time she touched another woman’s pussy. Lindsey breathed deeply. Contentedly. “Feel how wet I am for you?”

  Gnawing her bottom lip, Ella nodded.

  Lindsey reclined on her elbows and spread her legs wider. “Put your finger inside me.”

  Ella slid her middle finger down until it found the opening and slipped inside. Lindsey’s inner tissues hugged Ella’s finger like warm, wet velvet.

  “Mmm,” Lindsey murmured and planted a foot on the bed. She twisted slightly to lift her hips. “Don’t be gentle, princess. Fuck me hard.”

  Bracing herself with one hand, Ella leaned over her lover and worked her finger in and out of the tight passage. Lindsey’s eyes closed. Her chin dropped and her forehead furrowed as she pumped her hips furiously to meet Ella’s thrusts.

  “Fuck, baby.” Lindsey’s voice was but a rough breath. “Oh, fuck. Mmm. Oh yeah, like that. Harder. Oh God, yes. I’m go
nna come.”

  Her mouth opened in a silent gasp. Her fists clenched and her toes curled and then Lindsey’s pussy clamped down on her finger and squeezed. Lindsey seized Ella’s wrist and held her hand captive against her groin while she ground her clit against the heel of Ella’s palm.

  She gasped when Lindsey grabbed her and pulled her down on the bed. Their mouths fused and they kissed hungrily. Ella whimpered. She couldn’t get close enough, she couldn’t kiss hard enough. Her body moved restively against the other female’s.

  “Taste my come,” Lindsey said, urging Ella’s shoulders downward.

  Ella didn’t need coaxing. She kissed the slender column of Lindsey’s neck, laved each breast and sucked both hard nipples. Ella traced a path with her tongue around Lindsey’s navel, flicking the little silver ring before kissing her way farther down.

  Wedging her shoulders between Lindsey’s thighs, Ella breathed in the musky scent of feminine sex. The fragrance intoxicated her, lured her. She spread the blushed folds open. Liquid glistened like a raindrop at her opening. Her pink clit was slightly swollen, begging for more attention.

  Ella had always imagined what it’d be like to taste another woman, but this moment exceeded all her expectations. She’d never thought it would be so earth-shattering, that a woman’s body could possess such allure. She’d never known the thrill of wanting to give every bit as much as she received or to be aroused by the thought of pleasuring someone else. Those details surprised her. Awed her.

  And left her with the innate knowledge that she was one hundred-percent lesbian.

  She dipped her head and bestowed a kiss to Lindsey’s clit.

  Lindsey had drawn a couple of pillows under her head so she could watch. “The sight of you between my legs is so damn beautiful,” she said.

  One corner of Ella’s mouth twitched as she smiled and then traced her tongue through the succulent folds. Lindsey shivered. She tasted sweet and salty at the same time, like sweat and woman and sex. Like heaven. Ella wanted more. She shifted closer and sucked one plush lip and then the other.