Page 36 of Culinary Chaos (Hotel Bombshell #1)
The air hit her damp clit, and she closed her eyes, sinking back into the dream she’d conjured up.
That dampness would be Hope’s warm tongue, the chill her breath caused as she pursed her lips and blew across Angelica’s body just to tease her yet again.
Angelica settled into the image, not fighting it any longer.
She lifted her hips up slightly before settling them back down again.
She didn’t want this to be quick, and while she had a feeling the first time Hope would make it as quick as possible, she would beg her to linger.
To take her time.
To explore every inch of Angelica’s body.
If only she had the time to do that now.
Groaning, Angelica continued the slow slide of her fingers back and forth against her clit, the gentle rubbing.
She kept her eyes closed, remembering the feel of a woman between her legs but imagining those touches were all from Hope.
She’d sworn that Hope was going to kiss her again that night under the fairy lights, that night when the world of filming seemed so far away.
Just what was it about Hope that kept her so entranced?
Was it her smile?
Her energy?
The way she seemed to be so random and fun and full of joy?
She was the complete opposite of Angelica in so many ways, and there was only one they actually had in common.
Control. But who would be in control when they were naked against each other?
Who would be the one in charge and taking the lead?
Angelica stopped her line of questioning.
Her hips undulated with each swipe of her fingers, her nipples hardened and tightened in the cups of her bra, her cheeks heated with arousal and passion.
She was so fucking close.
“Yes, I’d love to come back. I love it here. It’s so magical…” Hope’s voice sounded farther away now, but that could just be Angelica’s heightened arousal and the way her ears were ringing. She was so close.
“Fuck,” Angelica murmured, sliding over the edge into oblivion.
She crashed hard, her body trembling, her lips parted and eyes clenched.
She kept the rhythm of her fingers against her, pulling out every last ounce of pleasure from her body that she possibly could.
Who knew when she’d get a chance to do this again? Who knew if she’d even want to?
“Oh, I’ll check. I know she was leaving soon.”
“Fuck,” Angelica said loudly, pulling her hand from her body and standing up on weak, jellied knees.
She leaned against the mattress as she pulled her pants up and tucked in her blue button up shirt.
Her fingers were still damp, but the knock on her room door was loud.
“Fuck, can’t I even get thirty minutes to myself? ”
Except she was damn sure this was Hope.
Which was either going to make this worse or make it better.
Brushing her hair behind her ear and smoothing her hands over her stomach and pants, Angelica walked barefoot to the door. She didn’t have time to put her shoes on or even double check the mirror to make sure that she was presentable.
She opened the door and was greeted by none other than the focal point of her sexual fantasies—at least that day. She said nothing as she stared with anticipation at whatever it was Hope needed from her.
And Hope just stared.
Her gaze dropped from Angelica’s eyes to her mouth, all over her face and hair to her body. Angelica resisted the urge to reach up and triple check that she hadn’t left a button undone on her shirt. Then again, she hadn’t undone those, had she?
Hope’s mouth closed, and she breathed in deeply, her lips curling up to one side as her face softened and her cheeks tinged pink. “I didn’t mean to interrupt?—”
“What do you need, Hope?” Angelica asked, her tone far sharper than she’d intended. But it was damn hard to embarrass her, and she probably wouldn’t be except that Hope had been at the center of all of it.
“I uh…” Hope’s smile faltered for a second before she shook her head and stepped a little closer, dropping her voice to a near whisper. “I wanted to wish you well.”
“Wish me well?” Angelica raised an eyebrow at her, trying to calm her racing heart, trying to stop the fact that Hope standing this close to her was still doing crazy things to her body especially after that spectacular orgasm that she wanted to linger in.
“On your interviews.” Hope smiled again. “I can’t imagine being on the other side of an interview with you. You must be terrifying.”
“Do you really think I’m terrifying?”
“Oh, I think you want to be perceived that way, especially with new people.” Hope pulled her lip between her teeth, trying to stop the smile from reaching her mouth. “Too bad most people don’t know how sweet you can be.”
“What?” Angelica’s jaw dropped.
“I talked to Tatum,” Hope whispered. “Next time, if you don’t want that information to get out, you might want to tell him to keep it to himself.”
“He didn’t.”
“Just with me.” Hope’s gaze dropped to Angelica’s lips again, this time lingering far longer than was appropriate. She didn’t look up as she said, “I think it’s very sweet, too, for the record.”
“I don’t care about the record.”
“I know you don’t.” Hope flicked her gaze back up to Angelica’s. “But most people do.”
Angelica swallowed, at a complete loss for words.
“And if you really don’t want people to think you’re going soft in your… old age…then it’ll probably be better to try and keep those things a secret as much as possible.”
“Ms. Shields? Your car is here.”
“Oh thank God.” Angelica snapped out of whatever spell Hope had woven and stepped back.
“I’ll see you in a few days, Angel.” Hope smiled at her again, winked, and then walked off as though Angelica hadn’t just begged Hope to fuck her against the wall.
Wait.
She hadn’t done that.
She did manage to have some kind of self-control still.
But fuck.
“Ms. Shields?”
“Yeah, just a minute.” Angelica walked back inside and straight to the bathroom. She ran the water in the sink and washed her hands, staring at her disheveled appearance in the mirror. Fuck, there was really no denying what she’d been doing.
Hope knew everything.
And Angelica hadn’t been able to hide from her.
Not this time.
Not ever.