Eden's Temptation

Chapter Fifteen

The rest of the gala blew by in a blur. Drinks, laughter, air-kisses, bites of Brie-biscuits lathered in blackberry jam.

The sweet and salty taste lingered in my mouth as we finally got into the car once the party died down.

Contrary to earlier, when she'd been stiff and solemn, Silver was relaxed, but almost too much. She sat across from me, stretched her legs, letting them linger near mine. We were inches from touching, and holding in my urge to grab her knee was next to impossible.

The electricity in the car was perilous. Whenever a spotlight flared over her face, I saw her watching me. She pretended to peer away quickly, as if she hadn't been staring, but I caught her every time.

And every time, I said nothing. Opening my mouth would start a conversation I knew she didn't want to have. One that would end with us fucking in the backseat of the car.

We couldn't.

"I only have eyes for you."

Each word sloshed around in my brain, amplified by the three glasses of wine I'd had.

I kept imagining how I could have taken it farther. How she could have taken it farther. But I stopped my imagination before I started touching myself in the vehicle, in front of her.

As hot as that notion was.

The elevator ride was painful; as if the machine purposely took its time climbing to Silver's lobby, testing us. But we were good girls, standing on either side of the enclosed space, keeping our hands to ourselves.

I expected Silver to stop on the second-floor landing and launch another set of cryptic comments my way. But instead, she murmured a good night and hurried off to her room, sealing the door behind her.

I wasn't sure what her plans were for the rest of the night, but I knew mine.

That scene I'd been fighting against envisioning in the car? Of her saying more to me at the gala, of her actually grazing her hand along my cheek, sliding her sweet finger into my mouth?

I decided to further it alone, in the shower. I had to. If I didn't get this frustration out, I'd explode.

Screw my promises to myself: this was one night, and one night only, to let it all out.

I disrobed, and stepped into the scalding water. As each drop glided over my skin, I shuddered.

"I need this," I whispered, encouraging myself.

I started with groping my breasts, flicking at my own nipples, relishing the tingles my own fingers caused. As pleasure spread down my belly and into my gut, I closed my eyes.

We were back at the gala. Me in the emerald creation she'd asked me to wear; her in that magnificent fuschia number. But in my fantasy, her decolleté dipped lower, barely covering her nipples.

She leaned into me, her lips at my ear. "I only have eyes for you," she said, her voice sultry. It was siren-like, a tease to my senses. "And my eyes want to see that dress on the floor."

In the shower, my fingers tiptoed down my stomach and approached my center. I was eager, but knew I needed to delay the inevitable, enjoy the process.

"My tongue wants to taste you," said dream-Silver, her voice a whisper of sensuality in my head. "My pussy wants to feel you."

We were surrounded by people in their extravagant attire. They all watched us with their drinks near their mouths, their gazes wide and alert and...aroused?