not hard, but with enough force that she let out a little cry of
surprise. Claire was the wall at her front, caging her in. She
pinned Haley’s wrists above her head with her hands and
pressed in until her body was flush against hers, their curves
meeting in a jarring shock that left them both gasping.
She dipped her head to Haley’s and didn’t show her what a
real kiss felt like. She exploded like a bomb, her lips, her
tongue, her teeth the shrapnel that tore through Haley. Not a
bit of her was soft or yielding. She didn’t kiss Haley like a
lover would, with sweetness and tenderness and care. She took
her mouth, claiming and dominating until Haley was mewling
and whimpering. Her hips slammed against Claire’s. Her head
fell back, slamming against the spines of the books, and Claire
licked at her throat, lapping up the sweet taste of her skin. She
let go of Haley’s hands and tore the first three buttons of her
blouse open so she could bite her on her shoulder.
“Fuck,” Haley cried. It was a good fuck. “Please,” she
whispered, as if to clarify. She offered herself like a choice
morsel, tilting her head to the side to expose her neck.
Claire pulled away, but Haley’s hands scrabbled for her
shoulders, trying to pull her back. “What if I don’t want to
taste you there? What if I want to tear that little skirt off of
you, shred your panties, and taste your secrets?”
“Holy God,” Haley moaned.
It was too much. Claire hadn’t meant to say that. She’d
meant to kiss Haley and that was it, but then she’d felt the
sweetness of her lush curves pressed against her. The heat of
her skin. The taste of her, which was a fucking aphrodisiac
straight from heaven. She didn’t want to stop. She wanted
more, more, more.