The Messenger (A Lesbian Romance) by K.C. Blake Read Free Book Online

me. I could tell that she was nervous.
    “I… I don’t know how to say this. But, since I saw you sitting at the bar, the only thoughts in my head have been of you.”
    She swallowed hard and looked at her hands. My brain was scrambled. She seemed like she was gathering up all her courage, then looked back up at me, piercing me with those dark eyes.  
    “And if I don’t kiss you tonight I think I am going to explode.”
    Without another word, and before I could chicken out, I leaned down and kissed her. Our lips fit perfectly together. Instantly my desire began to boil over, and I found myself pulling her close to me. She was surprisingly supple, giving in and melting against me. Just as quickly as our kiss began, she pulled away. I was confused.  
    “I’m sorry - was that… I’ve never kissed another woman, I don’t - “
    She shook her head and held a hand up to quiet me.  
    “No, it’s not that at all. It’s just… fuck, this is crazy… “
    Elena leaned in close.  
    “I’ve never done this before, but… if I asked you to follow me home, would you?”
    I’d never gotten back to my car so quickly. Elena was right, this was indeed crazy, but I was in full-on heat by that moment. I had no idea what awaited me at her place, or what I would do. I only knew that I needed to get there as quickly as possible. I waited in my car until she appeared on her bike as though from a vision. She led me out of downtown. As we stopped for lights and she planted one foot on the ground, I felt like we had a delicious secret between us. I watched her intently, studying how she navigated traffic with a sense of authority and toughness. I felt oddly territorial. This woman is mine , I thought, even if only for tonight . I wondered if it was what men feel when they know a woman will have them.  
    Once we were out of downtown, she led me into the hills above the trendy, bohemian neighborhood of the city. I’d been through the neighborhood countless times, but had never really thought it about it. It was amazing, that simply following her through it got me to appreciate it in a whole new way. As the streets got increasingly steep, she had to stand up to pedal in some spots, and I absorbed the sight of her perfect heart-shaped ass. God, I was lecherous, and was enjoying every second of it.
    Finally, she pointed at a driveway and dismounted her bike. By the time I parked and got out of the car, she was already inside, but had left the door open. I followed, as though trailing an enticing sent. Her building was Spanish style, probably from the 1920’s, probably a one-time love nest for a silent film star. Very romantic. A steep stairway led up to her apartment. As I went up, I could hear her putting things away, opening and closing drawers. I guess she wasn’t counting on company that night, which was somehow charming to me.  
    When I got in, I gently closed the door behind me. For a moment, I was worried that I would have second thoughts, and that the true impulsiveness of following this strange woman home would finally reveal itself. But, when she emerged from the hallway wearing only her jeans and a look of unmistakable desire, that all went away. Every inch of my body knew exactly what to do.  
    We wasted no time; she walked into my arms and lifted her face to mine. When our lips touched I felt it throughout my entire body. I was electrified with plain, animal lust, and couldn’t hold her close enough. When she gently licked my lips with just the tip of her soft tongue, my knees all but buckled. She pulled away just a little, and gave me a devilish smile. She knew exactly what she was doing to me, which made me want her even more.  
    She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. I was only vaguely aware of the art and books all over her apartment. Maybe there would be time for a tour later, but for now, we shared only one purpose. The only light in the room was the gentle orange glow from the streetlight outside, which