The Scent of Desire

Gal stepped into the bedroom and smirked. Kenzie was still half-dressed, brush hovering at her cheek. Again. "Taking your time again?" "I want to look good for you." Kenzie didn't bother hiding her smile. "It's fine," Gal said. She dropped onto the velvet bench, elbows loose on her knees. "I love watching you." She let the quiet stretch between them while Kenzie leaned closer to the mirror. Powder dusted her collarbones. Light caught the curve of her breasts, and Gal's thoughts shifted—slick glass bottle, gold lettering, Kenzie’s skin glistening under studio lights. She pictured slow-motion spray arcing through air, droplets settling over perfect tits, nipples tightening from the cool mist. Kenzie caught the look in the glass. "What’s going on in that head?" Gal didn’t blink. "You. Us. The bed." "We have reservations." "Cancel them." Gal’s thighs pressed together. "I need you now." Kenzie laughed under her breath, that low, knowing sound—same one she made every time Gal’s appetite wrecked their plans.