Kimberly felt blinded by an emotion she could not identify. She knew only those full soft lips that were just inches from her face, lips that she'd fantasized kissing. Her mouth parted and she met Camarin half way. Their lips touched and Kimberly grew dizzy. Driven by a desire and hunger so strong that she wanted desperately to partake of this forbidden fruit. No matter the cost or the price to be paid, she had to have her. Their tongues met and she murmured, "Oh, yes. God, yes!"
Camarin knew this was going too far. As they kissed, she heard Taryn's voice whispering softly in the background. Her conscience told her to stop, but she wanted, just this once, to forget about her responsibilities. Kimberly's hungry touch and eagerness assured Camarin she could ask her for anything and Kimberly would give it willingly. Suddenly and fiercely, she pulled Kimberly tight against her body. She lowered her hand to Kimberly's ass and held her in place while she ground against her.
Kimberly felt the arms that surrounded her, engulfing her with strength that both captivated and frightened her. She whimpered, as her cunt grew hot and wet with desire. She removed her gloves and flung them aside. Oblivious to the cold, she twisted Camarin's soft hair in her fingers. Groaning, she moved her body in rhythm with Camarin's.
A wet, hot energy teased their pussies. Groping and panting, they moved to the ground together. Kimberly straddled Camarin's lap, wrapping her legs as she rubbed her clit vigorously over Camarin's firm stomach. She growled and spread herself out flat against Camarin's body. Her lips sought possession of her mouth, her tongue, her ear, and her neck. She reached for Camarin's breast.
Camarin moaned softly, her body melding with Kimberly's. "Oh,"
she gasped as Kimberly's teeth grazed her lips. She wanted those lips to bruise her and make her crazy with desire. "Yes, yes," she whispered in Kimberly's ear. She opened her jacket, welcoming Kimberly's hand on her breast. She thrust her chest up, offering herself to Kimberly's curious mouth and fingers. How she longed to feel those strong teeth gnashing against her breasts, biting her nipples as she cried out in pleasure!
Kimberly was beside herself, her hand groping with the buttons on Camarin's shirt. Frustrated, she tugged it out of her pants and slid her hand underneath the soft fabric. She moaned when her hand closed over the rounded flesh. Her breasts were so hot and her nipples so hard, Kimberly longed to rip her shirt open and take them in her mouth. Oh, to savor the firm nipples pulling in and out of her mouth, to feel…
It suddenly occurred to Kimberly what she was doing. How could she forget Mark who was probably waiting for her somewhere at the bottom of the slope! She belonged with him, not this woman who was writhing and gasping beneath her. "I'm not like this," she whispered.
"No, I can't," she gasped, pulling away from Camarin.
The cold air against her bare flesh made Camarin shiver. Her nipples became even harder, chilled by the wind that blew down from the top of the mountain. She felt Kimberly's rejection as painfully and desperately as she felt her desire. She watched her stand and stare down at her, shaking her head as though refusing to believe this was happening to her. "Kimberly, wait."
Wordlessly, Kimberly walked away. Her movements stiff and awkward and her vision a single tunnel of light surrounded by darkness, she made her way off the mountain. When she heard Camarin's snowmobile, she turned. When Camarin stopped and motioned for her to get on, she didn't argue. She was cold and wet and wanted to be with Mark. They were at the bottom of the mountain within minutes. When she saw Mark, she felt her heart quicken. The job and the crazy mess Pat was trying to get her into had obviously taken its toll. Imagine her kissing a woman! She was off the snowmobile before Camarin stopped it. "Mark!"
Mark was relieved to see Kimberly. "Oh, wow," he said, looking at the emergency symbol on the side of the snow mobile. "Is she hurt?" he asked, staring at Camarin.
"Why don't you ask her yourself," Camarin tersely replied. She turned the engine off and removed her goggles. She shook her hair loose and fluffed it out with her fingers.
Mark was staring open-mouthed. He was very surprised to see Kimberly getting off the snow mobile, but to discover the driver was a woman! He felt his fear returning to haunt him. Mouth still agape, he walked over to Kimberly. "Let me help you," he said, offering her his hand.
Kimberly's legs were still trembling and she felt flushed from her encounter with Camarin. Rather than take Mark's hand, she gave him her skis. "I'm okay, Mark. Let's just get out of here and go back to the cabin," she said in a low voice, her head turned away from Camarin.
Mark nodded. Now that he knew Kimberly was okay, he turned to Camarin. "I can't thank you enough," he said, pumping her hand vigorously up and down.
"That's what I'm here for," Camarin replied. She extricated her hand as quickly as possible, suppressing an urge to wipe it on her pants. She turned to Kimberly. "If you're determined to ski the tough slopes, I suggest you take a fitness class to strengthen your leg and arm muscles," she told her. "You might find it beneficial in other ways, too," she said, winking at Kimberly.
Mark watched the exchange. He felt he was missing something, but he let himself assume it was unimportant. He balanced their skis over his shoulder and took Kimberly by the arm. "Let's go," he said, starting toward the ski lodge.
Kimberly turned once to look at Camarin. She was watching them and Kimberly could not help but notice her eyes. They were filled with something akin to what Kimberly was feeling. Hunger, longing, desire, lust, any way you described it, she wanted to make love to this woman who was watching her. If she could only bring herself to turn and walk away from Mark…
Camarin watched until they were inside the lodge. When she turned to climb back on the snow mobile, she noticed Kimberly's gloves lying on the ground. She smiled and tucked the stray gloves inside her pocket. Goggles in place, she climbed onto her seat, revved the motor and started back to the cabin where she and Taylor were staying.
Chapter Eleven
Taylor was busying herself about the cabin while she waited for Camarin. When she finally returned, Taylor was in the kitchen, pulling a tray of cookies from the oven.
"Um, something smells good," Camarin said. She removed her boots and jacket and sat down at the kitchen counter. "Chocolate chip?" she asked.
"Sort of," Taylor replied. "Here, try one." She placed a cookie on a napkin and gave it to Camarin.
"Um," Camarin exclaimed between mouthfuls. "This tastes wonderful. I didn't know you had such hidden talents."
Taylor blushed. "Baking is one of my favorite pastimes. It reminds me of when I was growing up. Even though she worked full-time, Mama always found time to put something in the oven. No pun intended," she added when Camarin gave her a wicked grin.
"Did you grow up somewhere in the south?" Camarin asked. She reached for another cookie, only to have Taylor slap her hand away.
"The cookie sheet is still hot," Taylor scolded her. She slid the spatula under another cookie and placed it on Camarin's napkin.
"Yes, I grew up in the south. Alabama to be exact."
Camarin smiled knowingly. "Did you know Taryn is from South Carolina?" she asked.
"No way!" Taylor exclaimed. "She has no accent whatsoever.
Wow, I never would have guessed."
Camarin peered thoughtfully out the window as she munched on another bite of cookie. "I wouldn't bring it up if I were you," Camarin told her. "She's awfully touchy about it. I told her that southern women make better lovers, but she doesn't believe me."
For all intents and purposes, Taylor knew Camarin was baiting her.
"And how might you know that?" Although she'd been warned not to, Taylor couldn't resist baiting Camarin right back.
Camarin thought it over for a moment, then rose from her chair.