Irresistible Outfit

Sarah placed the second, third, and fourth online orders within an hour. She kept promising herself she'd stop after one more—yet every time the buzzer sounded, her stomach flipped. Arabelle stood in the doorway again, flushed from the ride, wearing thin lycra that showed the firm curve of every muscle in her thighs and the tight press of her breasts against the zipper. The outfit left nothing to the imagination. Sweat darkened the fabric between Arabelle's shoulders and along the small of her back. When she bent to hand over the bag, Sarah could see straight down the front where the zipper had slipped an inch. She had to clench her hands to keep them from reaching out. By the sixth visit Arabelle leaned a shoulder against the doorframe and crossed her arms. "You know I'm not actually allowed to keep circling the same block, right?" Sarah tried to laugh it off, but the sound cracked. "I like efficiency?" Arabelle lifted an eyebrow. "Or you like watching me show up sweaty and out of breath?" Heat flashed up Sarah's neck. She gripped the edge of the counter and said, before she lost the nerve, "Maybe both." Arabelle went quiet. The only noise in the room was the slow drip from the bathroom faucet and the tick of Sarah's wall clock. Then Arabelle's mouth curved—slow, pleased, unmistakably interested. She stepped inside, closed the door with her heel, and took one deliberate step closer. "Tell me what you wanted every time I knocked," she said, voice low. Sarah answered by leaning in first. The kiss landed hard, teeth and tongue and weeks of watching. Arabelle hummed approval against Sarah's mouth, then reached for the pull-tab at her own throat. She dragged the zipper down, exposing the valley between her breasts, the faint sheen of salt on her skin. The sound was slow, almost a tease, every tooth separating with a soft click. She shrugged one shoulder, then the other, and the top slipped down to her waist. Her nipples hardened in the cooler air, dark and tight. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband next, pushed the leggings over the swell of her hips, and let them drop. Completely bare underneath, she kicked the bundle aside, stepped between Sarah's knees, and said, "Next order's on the house."