obvious in her voice. “The media will make up all kinds of stories about Nick and me having a falling-out over my newfound sexual orientation if I don’t show up at his premiere. Zip me up?” She walked over to Lauren, a swing in her step, and presented her back.
Lauren regarded the zipper through narrowed eyes. Why would she cover up this beautiful body when all she wanted was to see more of it, to caress, kiss, and worship every part of it? She got up from the bed and stepped closer—close enough to feel the heat of Grace’s body against her own, even through her clothes. “There’s a problem.”
Grace craned her neck and peered over her shoulder. “What problem? Is there a stain on the dress?”
“No. But you did this all wrong.”
“Wrong?”
“Yeah.” Lauren moved even closer, her chest now brushing against Grace’s half-bare back, separated just by the thin material of Lauren’s blouse. “You didn’t do this in the correct order. See, this is how it’s done.” She reached out and trailed her fingertips over Grace’s hips, allowing herself to enjoy the smooth silk and the heat she could feel beneath it for a moment before sliding the dress down. With her lips, she followed its path and placed a string of soft kisses along Grace’s spine.
Grace clutched the dress to her chest before it could drop to the floor. “We don’t have time for this,” she said in a halfhearted protest. “We need to get going.”
“You need to take the dress off to make it down the ladder anyway.” Lauren kissed Grace’s shoulder blade and then lightly licked it. “I’m just helping.”
“Helping?” Grace laughed. “Your kind of help will make us late.”
Lauren shrugged. She moved the soft hair aside, pressed her lips against the nape of Grace’s neck, and swirled her tongue over the warm skin. A contented hum escaped her as she breathed in the peach aroma of Grace’s shampoo and the even more appealing scent that was all her.
Goose bumps broke out all over Grace’s body.
Delighted, Lauren traced them with her lips and tongue. She coasted her fingertips down Grace’s sensitive sides until the dress, which was now pooling around Grace’s hips, stopped her. “God, Grace, I want to touch you all over.” She nipped one shoulder with her teeth. “But if you really think we should get going…”
The dress landed in a heap on the floor. “We have to make this quick,” Grace said, her voice rough.
“No problem. I can do quick.” After Grace’s little dress-tease, she was more than ready.
Grace tried to turn and step out of the pool of fabric around her ankles, but Lauren stopped her by wrapping both arms around her from behind. “Oh no. Stay just like this. I’m directing this scene.”
“You’re a screenwriter, not a director.” Grace again tried to turn around.
Lauren trapped her against her own body. “Up here, I get to be whatever I want. Today, I want to be a director.”
A visible shudder went through Grace.
Lauren grinned, knowing how hot Grace found it when she took control.
“A rather hands-on director, I hope,” Grace said.
“Oh yeah. Very hands-on.” Lauren splayed both hands over Grace’s hips, enjoying the feel of the sensuous curves beneath her palms, and pulled her even closer until their bodies were pressed against each other all along their lengths, Grace’s bare back against her breasts. For a moment, she wished she were naked and could feel every inch of Grace’s skin sliding against her own, but she knew if she undressed now, they’d never make it to the premiere, so she focused on Grace. Lightly, she scraped her teeth up the side of her neck, lingering for a moment to kiss the pounding pulse under her lips and to taste her skin.
A breathy moan escaped Grace. She turned her head, and Lauren caught a glimpse of her pupils that were dilated with desire.
Knowing how much Grace wanted her instantly made her wet. She leaned forward and brushed her lips over the edge of Grace’s ear, enjoying the shiver that went through Grace. When Grace turned her head even more, she flicked her tongue out and teased her with little licks along the corner of her mouth. Still holding Grace tight against her chest with one hand, she trailed her fingertips up Grace’s belly and circled her bra-clad breasts.
“Don’t tease.”
“Oh, you mean the way you did earlier?” Lauren slid one finger beneath the bra and let the pad of her fingertip brush back and forth