“I’ve always preferred dessert to dinner.” Holly kissed her way up Summer’s arm leading up to her neck, where she bit her.
Summer squeaked. “Holly!” She put her hand under Holly’s chin, forcing the other girl’s face up, and kissed her hard, no teeth or tongue, just forceful and demanding and controlling. After a long minute, she let go, green eyes half-lidded and dark. “Where is your bedroom?”
She kissed Summer back, threading her fingers through the girl’s hair. “Down the hall, to the left.” Holly smiled at her, returning that lustfilled gaze with bedroom eyes of her own. She grabbed Summer’s hand and tugged her off.
Laughing, she stumbled along behind Holly, trying to at least get a hand around the other girl’s waist. A couple of skips let her catch up, and then she stopped to press Holly against the wall for another deep kiss, bodies aligned. One hand clutched at the baker’s hair, and the other sneaked up under her shirt.