Midnight Cravings: Steamy Erotic Stories
She shouldn't be here.
But God, she wanted this.
Jess turned, smirking as she watched Cassie stand there trembling.
“You going to keep staring at me like that,” Jess said, voice low, thick with promise, “or are you going to come over here and taste me?”
The words hit like a spark to dry wood. Cassie pushed off the door and crossed the room in three quick steps, hands grabbing Jess’s face, mouth crashing into hers. The kiss was frantic, needy, all tongue and teeth. Jess tasted like whiskey and mint, and her body was warm and solid beneath Cassie’s hands.