Worth the Wait
Jill strode up the driveway with a bounce in her step and nearly skipped to her front door. She couldn’t wait to break the good news to Crash. Since Crash had given up her studio apartment in Los Feliz last month to move in with her, she would get to tell her in person.
When she unlocked the door and stepped inside, Tramp didn’t greet her with his tail going a mile a minute as he usually did. Had Crash taken him to the backyard to run him through the agility course?
Low grunts drifted over from the living room.
What the…? Jill put her car keys on the side table by the door and walked down the hall to see what was going on.
The sight that greeted her made her pause midstep.
Crash was doing pull-ups on the horizontal bar attached to the doorframe.
Her knees were bent and her legs crossed at the ankles, so she dangled with straight arms. With a controlled motion, she pulled herself up until her chin was above the bar. The muscles in her forearms rippled, and her well-formed biceps flexed. God, that impressive display of strength made Jill weak in the knees. Her gaze was drawn to Crash’s tank top, which had hiked up, exposing her taut abdomen and her sexy belly button. The sweat-dampened fabric clung to her breasts and her athletic torso.
Jill’s body warmed as if she were the one doing the pull-ups. She moistened her suddenly dry lips with her tongue as she imagined tasting Crash’s salty skin and running her hands beneath the tank top to cup her small, firm breasts. “God, you’re so sexy.”
Only when Crash let go of the bar and lightly dropped to the floor did Jill realize she’d spoken out loud. “Oh, hey. You’re back already.” Wiping her hands on her cut-off sweatpants, Crash crossed the hall toward her. Her blue eyes, which seemed to glow against her flushed skin, pierced Jill with an intense gaze. “How did it go? Did they give you the ‘don’t call us, we’ll call you’ spiel?”
Jill shook her head. “Not this time. They decided on the spot.”
“They did? So what did they say?” Crash waved her fingers. “Come on. Tell me.”
“Well, let’s just say soon you won’t be the only woman in this household who gets to wear a uniform at work.”
Crash stared at her. “You got the role?”
Jill beamed and nodded.
“Woo-hoo! I knew it! You’ll be the sexiest arson investigator in the history of TV!” Crash closed the remaining space between them and held out her arms for a bear hug but then pulled back at the last second. “Uh, damn, I’m all sweaty.”
“I don’t care.” Jill threw herself into Crash’s arms and deeply inhaled her scent. Even though she had walked into the house minutes ago, being in Crash’s arms was what really felt like coming home. “So you think you’ll be able to stand working with me again?”
“Stand?” Crash pulled back to look at her. “I’ll love it. Maybe they’ll let me do all your fire stunts.”
Jill loved seeing the excitement in Crash’s eyes. What a difference from last year, when the mere thought of being set on fire had made Crash lose her lunch.
“Plus we’ll be able to see each other during breaks in shooting,” Crash said. “Just imagine all those quickies we’ll be able to have in your trailer…” Her sensuous mouth curved into a crooked smile.
“Ha! You wish.” But there was no conviction behind Jill’s protest. After all, she vividly remembered the hot quickies in her trailer on the set of Shaken to the Core back when they hadn’t been a couple and Jill had convinced herself it was just sex. Really mind-blowing sex.
When they finally let go of each other, Jill looked around. “Where’s Tramp?”
“I asked Susana to dog-sit until tomorrow. I thought I could take you to your favorite restaurant to celebrate. Laleh said she’d reserve a table for us at seven.”
Jill stared at her. “You had her reserve a table before you even heard from me? But you couldn’t know I’d get the role.”
“I knew,” Crash said with a quiet confidence that warmed Jill deep inside. “I mean, I didn’t know they’d decide on the spot, but there was never a doubt in my mind that you’d knock their socks off.”
No one had ever believed in her like this. A lump in her throat prevented Jill from speaking, so she pulled Crash close again and kissed her.
The heat rolling off Crash enveloped her. Their bodies melted into each other.
Jill poured all her love and gratitude into the kiss.
Crash trailed her hands up and down Jill’s back, as if silently telling her that she understood what she tried to communicate. When she raked her fingers through Jill’s short, pixie-cut hair and angled her so she could deepen the kiss, desire sparked through Jill, and their kiss grew more urgent.
The velvety glide of Crash’s tongue against hers made Jill’s body tingle in a decidedly non-MS kind of way. She curled her fingers into the damp fabric of Crash’s tank top and drew their hips together.
Crash moaned into her mouth and kissed her with even more passion.
All of Jill’s senses came alive, and she drank in Crash’s heat, her scent, her taste. She broke the kiss to draw in a raspy breath and leaned against Crash to support her wobbly knees. After six months together, Crash knew exactly how to kiss her senseless. “Wow.”
Crash breathed just as heavily. “Yeah. I’d say you should audition more often if you kiss me like that afterward, but I want you to stay with Engine 27 for a long, long time.” She brushed her lips over Jill’s, more gently this time, and then tore herself away with obvious reluctance. “Be right back. I need a shower before we head to the restaurant.”
Yeah, me too. A cold one. Jill watched her walk away, again admiring her athletic build and the lithe way she moved. God, she was one lucky woman.
The bathroom door clicked shut behind Crash, and it wasn’t long before the sound of the shower drifted over. Jill imagined sudsy water sliding down Crash’s firm breasts, her flat stomach, and her strong thighs.
Or I could join her for a really hot shower—and then take her to bed to celebrate.
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