Count Your Lucky Stars •CHAENNIE•

Chapter 15

Rosie begged off ten minutes after Jennie left the patio.

She'd have left sooner, had it not been for Jimin trying to convince her to stick around and have one more beer with him.

Nothing against Jimin. He seemed like a nice guy, friendly, charming, accomplished. But Rosie didn't want nice.

All she wanted was Jennie. Jennie's hands on her body, her mouth on her skin. Jennie making good on her promises. Jennie, Jennie, Jennie.

Her brain was on a constant loop, her body burning before Jennie even touched her. The mere suggestion was enough to make her flush from head to toe. To make her want with a fierceness that verged on need. Like if she didn't have Jennie's hands on her in the next minutes she'd spontaneously combust, which sounded a little extreme, but she wasn't exactly thinking coherent thoughts at the moment.

Everything she felt for Jennie verged on extreme, too much, too fast, and nothing she felt was very sensible, but here she was. The smartest thing she could've done was probably walk away before Jennie caught on that what Rosie felt was so much more than what they'd agreed on, but she couldn't. How could she walk away from Jennie when she had everything she'd ever wanted . . . except what she couldn't have? Except what was off-limits?

Rosie was a lot of things, but greedy wasn't one of them.

By the time she made it inside and to the door that separated her room from Jennie's, she was already buzzing, practically vibrating with need, her underwear uncomfortably damp. She'd been forced to suffer since Jennie had teased her with the promise of later, and her suggestive texts hadn't helped.

She was beyond ready for Jennie to make good on her promise.

No sooner had she rapped her knuckles gently against the door to Jennie's hotel room, did it open inward. Jennie reached out, dragging Rosie inside with a hand fisted in front of Rosie's sweater. The door slammed shut, and Jennie pressed her up against it, covering Rosie's mouth with hers, no greeting necessary.

The kiss was bruising. More teeth than anything else. Jennie nipped hard at Rosie's bottom lip, soothing the sting with a flick of her tongue. Jennie's hands skimmed the sides of Rosie's waist before going straight for the hem of her sweater, breaking the kiss only so that she could drag the Henley over Rosie's head. Jennie flung it somewhere behind her and immediately dove back in, burying her face in the side of Rosie's neck. She ran her lips along the edge of Rosie's jaw, leaving a trail of kisses down Rosie's throat, then biting at the skin stretched taut over her collarbone.

Rosie panted into the quiet of the room and gripped Jennie's waist, fingers biting into the strip of skin left bare where her cropped sweater rode up. Below, she was already down to her underwear. "God, Jennie. What-what brought this on?"

Jennie lifted her head. It was late, fully dark out save for the silvery glow of the almost-full moon and the scattershot of stars sprinkling the sky like glitter. There was just enough light streaming through the window to make out the plains of Jennie's face, most of her in shadow save for the tip of her nose and the center of her forehead, the crest of one cheek, and the bright gleam of her equally dark eyes. Jennie's hand slipped between Rosie's thighs and cupped Rosie over her leggings, pressing hard against Rosie's clit with the heel of her hand. Rosie hissed through her teeth and bit down on her bottom lip.

"Are you complaining?" Jennie asked, pressing a little harder.

Lip still trapped between her teeth, Rosie shook her head.

"You sure?" Jennie slid her hand higher, fingers teasing the elastic band of Rosie's leggings before slipping beneath, lower, before pausing, the very tips of her fingers framing Rosie's clit, not quite touching. Jennie's lips twitched. "Because I can stop."