The hazel eyes were dark with longing. They were focused and intense. “Please what?”

“We’re moving too fast. I don’t want this to be a fling. You don’t even know me, T.” Bette looked away. “I want you to know me. I can’t be casual with you.”

Tina nodded. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Bette. I couldn’t wait to see you. Last night you were in my dreams. You’ve been in my thoughts all day.” Images of Bette had been on a loop, running through her mind.

Bette gazed into her eyes; she could see the power of the lust Tina had for her. She gestured between them. “This is more than attraction for me, Tina.”

“And you think that’s why I’m here? For sex?”

Bette blew out a heated breath through her lips and stepped away. She walked around the room, her hand fluffing her dark hair, the heels sounding on the wooden floor. “I don’t know what to think,” she muttered.

Tina slid off her own shoes and moved to stand before the brunette. She stopped Bette from moving and held on to her waist before sliding her hands down to Bette’s ass. “What do you want me to do, Bette?”

Bette looked away from Tina’s gaze, “I don’t know, T,” she said softly.

“Do you want me to leave?”

Bette kissed her lips, enjoying the feel of Tina’s mouth against hers. “Of course not. I missed you, T.”

“I missed you, too.”

“I’m glad you’re here.”

“Like I said, I couldn’t wait to see you.”

They kissed again and Bette moaned. She squeezed Tina’s sides, her hands beneath the red fabric. “I want you, T.”

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I can’t believe I just said that.”

“Don’t censor yourself. I want you too. But I want YOU. Not just what’s here,” Tina moved her hand to cup Bette’s crotch and felt dampness.

Bette shivered. “Yes, I’m wet.”

“Is this for me?” asked Tina, she tightened her grip.

Bette buried her head in Tina’s neck. “Fuck,” she whispered. “Yes, it’s for you.”

She pushed away from Tina then, stalking away to her room.