Lisa literally trembled as Roseanne moved into her arms. She closed her eyes, wondering if she'd ever been so affected by someone before.
"Relax," Roseanne whispered once again to her.
Lisa tightened her hold on her. "I want to kiss you. I want...I want to touch you."
She heard Roseanne's quickly drawn in breath, felt Roseanne's hand move into the hair at her neck, gently stroking, but she said nothing. She simply moved closer to her.
"If you don't stop, I'll end up embarrassing us both," she warned.
Roseanne pulled back, enough to meet her gaze. Her eyes were dark, smoldering. Lisa couldn't help it...she fell right into their depths, knowing she was in danger of drowning there. She didn't care.
Then suddenly, Roseanne stopped dancing and pulled out of her arms. Lisa looked at her questioningly. Had she done something wrong? Roseanne took her hand and led her off the dance floor and back to the bar. But she didn't stop. She went behind it, tossing a glance at Eric.
"Need to borrow the closet for a minute," she said.
Eric grinned and nodded. "Sure."
Confused, Lisa followed her, wondering what was going on. The closet proved to be a small room filled with bar supplies. Roseanne closed the door and locked it. Lisa had no time to contemplate what was about to happen. Roseanne moved closer.
"You said something about a kiss," Roseanne murmured.
There was no pretense from either of them, no easing into the kiss, no hesitation. Lisa pressed her against the wall, her thigh sliding up between her legs as she found her mouth. Roseanne moaned into the kiss, her mouth opening and their tongues meeting in a crazy dance.
Roseanne's arms circled her neck, one hand cupping the back of her head, pulling her closer. Lisa's hands moved across Roseanne's bare back, then slipped lower, cupping her hips and bringing her up higher against her thigh.
Roseanne pulled her mouth away, gasping for breath, then came back, kissing her once again, her tongue sliding into Lisa's mouth. They were moving together wildly, hands roaming at will. When Roseanne's hands slid inside her jacket and cupped her breasts, Lisa's hips jerked hard against her.
Jesus...God...how far were they going to go in this closet? But when her hand slipped inside Roseanne's dress at her back and moved lower, when she heard Roseanne's deep moan, she knew they had to stop.
Her mouth left Roseanne's, moving to her neck where she left tiny kisses, then to her ear. "Not here, Roseanne," she whispered.
Roseanne groaned, then separated from her. Her eyes were as dark as Lisa had ever seen. She stared into them, then pulled Roseanne closer again, finding her mouth once more. But this time it was Roseanne who slowed things down, easing their kiss from frantic to calm, from mouth and tongue to lips before finally stopping altogether.
They were both breathing hard, fast, and she leaned against the wall beside Roseanne, their shoulders touching. Roseanne turned her head, a smile on her lips.
"Wow, Lisa...you do just dive right in, don't you?"
Lisa smiled too. "I'm thinking this was your doing, not mine."
Roseanne shook her head. "Your fault. You were flirting with me on the dance floor."
"You were flirting with me before the dance," she reminded her.
Roseanne turned to her, straightening her tie and then her jacket. Then she ran a gentle hand through Lisa's hair, pausing to brush her fingers against her cheek. Roseanne met her stare, never blinking.
