“We’re not going to watch that video on your phone anymore because it’s stupid and not you. And if things go well in the kitchen, we might even fool around later. Who knows?”
Carly blinked. “That sounds like exactly the kind of night I need.”
Lauren kissed her hand. “I was hoping you’d think so.”
As Lauren tugged her into the house, Carly raised an eyebrow. “You really think my kitchen is big?”
“Do lesbians rent U-Hauls on Saturdays?”
“That big, huh?”
* * *
Lauren shifted in bed as the early morning sunlight tiptoed in. She blinked against it, slowly waking up. Her body felt heavy and wonderful and warm. God, what was happening to her? She grinned. Carly was happening to her. Carly softly tickled Lauren’s stomach, waiting patiently for permission. Lauren had discovered early on that Carly loved morning sex, and it hadn’t taken much to make her a believer, too. She turned her head and found Carly’s baby blues. She still had those wonderfully swollen lips, a sign that Lauren had spent the night kissing them. Her blond hair fell across the pillow, and her hand circled Lauren’s belly button. Carly raised an eyebrow. Lauren shook her head with a chuckle, knowing exactly the plans Carly had. Except Lauren had plans of her own.
“You’re sexy in the morning,” Carly said. Lauren pulled the sheet down from Carly’s chest for a more fulfilling view of her body. Carly followed her gaze down to her breasts and then back up again with a well, well look. Carly’s skin caressed by sunlight appeared so soft. Lauren wanted her.
“I’m not the only one who’s sexy,” Lauren said. With the stirring between her legs propelling her, she eased Carly onto her side and pressed herself against Carly’s back. With her arm wrapped around Carly midsection, she had excellent access to the breasts she enjoyed so much. She cupped one, kneading it, pressing it, all the while listening to Carly’s quiet gasps. She pinched the nipple. Carly hissed in a breath. She slid her arm between Carly and the mattress, which allowed her to pay the same attention to the other breast. There was a bird outside, singing to them in the middle of November, Lauren realized distantly. The perfect soundtrack for the morning. She parted Carly’s legs with her knee and eased her hand between them from behind. She closed her eyes at how ready Carly already was. She pushed against Lauren’s hand, but teasing her was so much more fun. She kept her touches light, fleeting, until she had Carly making the most adorable whimpering noises. Finally, she circled the spot she knew would take her over the edge and watched as her body flexed and clenched, her hips rolling in the most sensual abandon.
“You’re shaking,” Lauren said, gathering Carly into her arms, once she’d gone slack.
Carly smiled. “It was that good.”
Lauren kissed her temple. “I think I like you.”
“More. I think you have a crush on me,” Carly said, turning around in her arms and touching Lauren intimately. “Oh.” Lauren’s eyes fluttered closed. “I think…” Heat rushed downward. Her senses overloaded, and out of nowhere, the most powerful orgasm ripped through her just like that. Her body shook, the intense pleasure washing over, fast and hard. She arched her back while Carly’s hand continued to intensify her experience. The sounds she heard were from her, and she didn’t hold back. She could let go with Carly. She was safe. Finally, her muscles relaxed, and she lay satisfied against the bed. “That’s some kind of crush,” she murmured.
Chapter Sixteen
“I don’t know what you want from me. I answered your questions as best I could.” Carly blinked, then looked around the room, terrified.
“Did you consult with the defendant before testifying here today?”
Carly widened her eyes. “What? No. God, no. I haven’t spoken to Victor since that day in July. The day we lost Amy.”
“You didn’t like the defendant’s wife, Amy, much, did you?”
“I did.” Her lip quivered.
“Do you always pull guns on your friends?”
“Not always.”
“Perfect.” Rick Hennessy stood from his chair across the room and approached her. The casting director hit pause on the video camera as Carly gathered her composure from the scene. This was the third reading she’d done for them that day She’d worked on the sides for hours to be sure she’d nail the audition, and while she wouldn’t say it was her best ever, she was still quite satisfied with her work. “You brought