As their eyes met, Eleu's knowing look made Jay feel exposed. And embarrassed. But Eleu smiled slightly, her own eyes questioning.
Jay finally nodded. "I think that's an excellent idea." She turned to Drew. "Okay?"
"Yes, that's fine with me." .
Eleu smiled at them both. "Wonderful. I picked out a special bottle of wine for you. If there is anything else you need for this evening, just let me know."
"Thank you, Eleu."
"My pleasure. Enjoy."
When she was gone, Drew smiled at Jay. "Why do I get the impression she knows far more than she should?"
Jay linked arms with Drew and led her out of the garden. "We had a chat this afternoon. She's very wise for someone her age."
"Wise, yes, but I think she enjoys playing matchmaker."
"I think you may be right."
And when Drew opened the door to her cottage, Jay's breath caught. Eleu had set a perfect table, with candles illuminating the white cloth. The windows were opened, the ocean breeze lifting the curtains, making the flames dance in the room. Through the door to the bedroom, a lamp was on, the comforter pulled back invitingly across the bed.
Jay turned to Drew. "Oh, God, we're in trouble."
"I think it's too late for that." Drew closed the door, closing out the world. She glanced to the table, then back to Jay. "I'm not really hungry right now."
Jay shook her head. "Me, either." She moved closer. There was no use trying to prolong the inevitable. Not after what had just happened at the tree. "Not for food, anyway."
And there was no rush this time as they moved into each other's arms, hands sliding under shirts, touching warm flesh, mouths meeting in a slow, tender kiss.
"I love kissing you," Jay said, moving against Drew's lips. "Kissing you, touching you."
Drew's mouth moved across her skin, her breath whispering into her ear. "I've dreamed of making love to you for so long. I can't believe how nervous I am."
"I'm guessing your dreams didn't include up against a tree with a potential audience within feet of us." Jay slid her hands up, cupping Drew's breasts again. "Don't be nervous. I just want it to be normal. I want to make love with you, sleep with you, wake up with you. And make love all over again." She moved her hands, feeling Drew's nipples hard against her palms. "And God, I want my mouth on you," she said as she found Drew's lips again.
She wasn't sure how—or when—they got to the bedroom, but she didn't hesitate as she pulled Drew's shirt over her head. The tiny red bikini top, she nearly ripped off, finally exposing Drew's breasts to her greedy eyes. She slowly raised her gaze, meeting Drew's. "I just now realized how many times I envisioned you naked." She smiled, embarrassed by her admission. "I'm afraid I didn't do you justice."
Drew reached out and took her hand, bringing it to her body. She pressed Jay's hand against her breast, a soft moan drifting through the room.
Jay moved closer, both hands covering Drew's breasts before dipping her head, her lips replacing fingers, her tongue swirling against a taut nipple. She was surprised at the softness, surprised at the tiny gasps coming from Drew at her touch. She lifted her head, her mouth moving slowly up Drew's body, loving the taste of her skin, her tongue slipping again into Drew's hot mouth. She lost herself in their kisses, their tongues moving wetly against the other, their hands roving idly against flesh.
Then Drew pulled away, her breathing labored, her eyes dark with desire. "Take this off," she gasped, tugging at Jay's shirt. But Jay's bikini top proved more elusive, and they were soon giggling as it became a twisted mess around her. "My God, does it have a lock or something?" Drew muttered. Jay raised her arms, letting Drew pull it over her head. "Oh, my," she breathed, staring at Jay. "Beautiful."
But Jay stopped her exploration, her hands going to Drew's waist, slipping inside her shorts and urging them down. She wasn't sure how much longer she could stand. She wanted to be naked, she wanted to be on the bed, and God, she wanted Drew's weight on top of her. "Hurry."
And Drew did, stripping them both naked in a matter of seconds, then guiding Jay to the bed. But it was Jay's weight which settled over Drew, Jay who pushed Drew's thighs apart with her knee, and Jay whose mouth claimed Drew's breast possessively. Never aggressive in bed, she wasn't sure what came over her, but her need to hold Drew—to kiss her, to touch her, to make love to her—was overwhelming.
She pulled her mouth from Drew's breast, "The words I want you don't seem to express everything I'm feeling right now." She dipped her head again, her tongue raking across a nipple, feeling it harden even more. "But God, I want you."
She felt Drew's thighs move under her, and she burrowed between her legs, her hips moving slowly, grinding against Drew. Drew grasped her waist, holding her close as she opened up for her. Jay could feel the slick wetness against her stomach, could feel the hardness of her own clit as she rocked against Drew. She wanted to be inside her, wanted to feel her wetness against her fingers, and so she slipped her hand between them, never losing the rhythm they'd set.
"God, yes" Drew hissed, arching up to meet her, opening as Jay's fingers thrust into her.
She was so wet, like silk between her fingers, but it wasn't enough... Jay couldn't get nearly close enough. She wanted all of her. She withdrew her fingers, hearing the frustration as Drew groaned at their lack of contact. Jay covered her mouth with her own, then moved lower, her lips closing around a nipple, sucking it hard into her mouth, feeling Drew's hips begin to move again as she suckled her breast.
"Please, Jay," she whimpered, reaching for Jay's hand, trying to move it between her thighs again.
"Yes. But I want you to come in my mouth," she whispered, leaving her breast, her mouth moving wetly across her skin. "I want to taste you. I want my tongue inside you." She raised her head again. "I want to make you come with my mouth." She cupped Drew's hips, urging her legs apart. In the soft glow of the lamp, she saw the glistening wetness that waited for her, felt Drew writhe beneath her.
"Please" Drew whimpered again. "Love me. Please."
Jay's breath caught at that simple word, hearing all it conveyed. At that moment, she realized what Drew was offering her, and what gift she was about to give to Drew. At that moment, she realized how deeply she had fallen in love with her—her body, her mind .. . and her soul.
"Yes. I'm going to love you."
She closed her eyes, accepting the gift, letting her mouth cover Drew, her tongue sliding through her wetness, slipping deep inside her as she held Drew. She moaned, savoring her taste, memorizing the feel of Drew against her mouth. Her tongue snaked out, finding Drew's clit, teasing her before sucking it into her mouth. Drew's hips bucked, pressing hard against her face and she held her tightly, her tongue moving with lightning speed as Drew gasped, her hands tangled in Jay's hair, holding her steady.
She felt Drew's orgasm build, felt Drew swell against her mouth, felt the throbbing ache between Drew's thighs. Drew's short gasps came quickly now, her hips moving wildly against Jay's mouth. Jay held on tight, at the last instant, her lips closing around Drew's clit, sucking it hard as Drew screamed out, her mouth flooded with Drew's wetness as she rocked against her.
"Jesus, that was..." She lay spent, her legs still parted, Jay still nestled between them.
At last, Jay's mouth released her, her tongue moving deliberately now, caressing, her lips moving leisurely as she slid back up her body, pausing at her breasts again.
She finally lifted her head, meeting Drew's eyes. "I love you."
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE