Sweet Spot by Lucy Felthouse Read Free Book Online

only one that was free. It was just the way things were. Plus
I’d been doing a similar sort of thing for months and she was just picking up
on it now?
    “Yeah, lonely. I thought perhaps you wanted some…company.”
She practically purred the words at me and I could almost hear the cogs in my
brain turning and clicking into place. Eventually my mind offered up a
solution.
    She’s coming on to you.
    What? No, she couldn’t be. Could she?
    When she turned and faced me, pressing her soapy body up
against mine…well, I know it’s a cliché but I thought I’d died and gone to
heaven. I didn’t move though—couldn’t. I didn’t know what the hell to do. It
had taken me months and months to pluck up the courage to even think about telling
her how I felt about her and I still hadn’t quite gotten around to it. And now
she was short-circuiting my mind and body and turning me into a quivering mass
of mute lust.
    “C-company?” Christ, Virginia, are you going to keep
stuttering at her or you going to say something remotely sensible?
    Clearly not.
    “What’s the matter, sweetie? I thought you liked me.”
    “I do.” That at least I was sure of and the confidence
finally shone through in my voice.
    “Oh good.” She giggled. “I thought I’d gotten it totally
wrong for a second there.” Her hand slipped around my waist and she began
stroking my back, up and down, stopping each time before she got to my
buttocks. I didn’t know whether that was deliberate or not. The whole time, the
water rained down on me—on us.
    “No,” I replied, trying my hardest to clamp down on my
nerves. I didn’t want to blow this, not now it was really happening. If it was,
of course. There was always a chance I’d fallen asleep and was having a
wonderful, wonderful dream. I thought about pinching myself to find out, then
decided against it. If it was a dream I should just enjoy it. It would be
fantastic wank fodder down the line. “You didn’t get it wrong. I do like you. A
lot.”
    The hand that had been stroking my back flattened and she
used it to pull me tighter against her. “I suspected as much. I’ve seen you
looking at me.”
    “You have?” And there was me thinking I’d been subtle about
it.
    “Yeah. Those baby-blues of yours peeking when you thought I
wasn’t looking. Your pupils widening. You pulling your bottom lip between your
teeth and nibbling it… You probably thought I would never notice, sweetie, but
your body gave you away. Every single time. I mean, look at these.”
    She swept her free hand down my décolletage and onto my
right breast then tweaked first one nipple, then the other. “They’re like
bullets. Gorgeous pink bullets that I want to put in my mouth. Tell me, honey—if
you liked me why didn’t you do something about it?”
    I shrugged then realized that was silly. I could tell her
why. There was no sense in hiding it. “Lots of reasons. I didn’t know whether
you liked women. Didn’t know whether you liked me. I was scared. And then all
that stuff at the Open. I was going to tell you that night, then it all went
wrong…” I trailed off. That was it, really, in a nutshell.
    “That wasn’t really lots of reasons, V. Just a few. So did
you give up? Or were you just biding your time?” Her fingers still toyed with
my right nipple, which felt as if it had a light electrical current running
through it. Then she stopped, only to cup my breast, massaging it. The other
one was bereft now and I wanted her to touch it again. But at the same time I
didn’t want her to let go of my back—I enjoyed being pressed up against her
naked body.
    “I was biding my time. Just trying to find a good moment.
Probably this afternoon, when we went for a drink. If my nerves didn’t give
out.”
    Nadia quirked a brow. “Really? So if I hadn’t started this,
then you’d have said something later? Damn. I’d been waiting for you to make
the first move.”
    “So…you like me? Or are you just looking