Miss Match by Riley Fiona

Author:Riley, Fiona [Riley, Fiona]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9781626395756
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books, Inc.
Published: 2016-03-23T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Dark eyes and even darker hair encased Lucinda’s face as plump lips descended upon her own, pulling her focus back to her mouth. Samantha was straddling her thigh, one hand clasped tightly with her own with the other holding her face close. This had started a few minutes ago, soft murmurings that came at the end of sleep and the start of waking. They had gravitated toward each other, bodies intertwined. The gentle rocking and kissing was getting away from them.

Lucinda didn’t care—she loved it. In fact, she gripped her hand on Samantha’s ass, guiding her harder and faster against her own thigh, pushing her further and further. Samantha gripped Lucinda’s hand tighter, her rhythm getting frantic. Lucinda slid her hand up, caressing Samantha’s chest as she kissed her more deeply, encouraging her to let go. Samantha shuddered and pulled her hand from Lucinda’s jaw, pressing it between them and into an unsuspecting Lucinda, her gasp of surprise propelling them both to climax. Samantha melted onto Lucinda’s chest, tucking her head against her neck, kissing the skin softly between staggered breaths.

“All mornings should begin that way,” Samantha said quietly, nuzzling closer.

Lucinda chuckled and nodded as she wrapped her long limbs around Samantha, rolling them so she was on top. She danced her fingers along Samantha’s hairline, brushing stray hairs aside to give her a better view of the perfect face below her. “Hmm, yeah, sounds good.” She traced her eyes along the soft features of Samantha’s face: her naturally pouty lips, perfectly plucked eyebrows, high cheekbones, and those damn dimples. She could look at Samantha all day and never get bored.

“What’re you thinking there, blue eyes?”

“Nothing much, just, you know, about you.”

“Nothing much, eh?” Samantha teased. “I’m nothing much, am I?”

Lucinda raised an eyebrow. “You are many, many things, but nothing much isn’t one of them.” She punctuated the statement with a soft kiss to the corner of Samantha’s mouth.

Samantha smiled into the kiss and pulled back, settling her eyes on the tousled blond mess in front of her, over her, on her. She wanted more of these moments. These imperfect, quiet moments with Lucinda felt stolen. The exhilaration from it was almost wrong or dangerous. She felt as though she was taking little pieces of Lucinda and putting them into this folder that she kept referring to throughout her waking minutes. She wanted more pieces. She was starting to realize with a little anxiety that she wanted all the pieces. She didn’t want fragments, she wanted the entire picture. It surprised her to feel so strongly about something or someone. She wanted more than great sex and occasional dates with Lucinda. She wanted imperfect, quiet moments. Lots of them.

She thought back to the photos on Lucinda’s mirror from last night; she had stepped toward it instinctively, wanting to see more of Lucinda’s life. She wanted to know all Lucinda’s secrets. She was so mysterious and quiet—her past was locked up tight. Lucinda was better at deflecting than anyone Samantha had ever known, disarming her curiosity with distractions, be they physical or otherwise.

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