Unfinished

Six whole years!

So much had changed. And yet seeing Alex in her bar, she was exactly as I remembered.

Sexy and confident.

I had lived a lifetime in six years. World tours, recording song after song, gold albums, awards shows. Dating the names on the front page of the tabloids. Being the subject of the front page.

All my dreams and a few nightmares.

But none of it stuck in my memory like my one night and day with Alex.

The short time meant we never finished. Right after I meant to contact her. But a record deal came in and Alex became I fling I had on tour.

But I thought of her too often. And more after my most recent breakup, dumped instead of a proposal. So I got a cab to the airport, and left.

For the first time in six years, I'd finally do something just for me. See if there was something special in that woman I spent the best night of my life with.

The hotel room curtains made the room dark and cool. I could breath and find peace for a moment.

I laid on the hotel bed, my sundress bunched around my waist while I remembered the morning after my night with Alex.

When I woke, I was alone in her bed, late morning sun streaming through the windows.

I pulled her dark-red comforter over my shoulder and rolled to the side. I pressed my face into her pillow and breathed in her scent.

God, it was so cliché!

The sound of running water and off-key singing made me sit up. Alex singing I Kissed a Girl made me forget to be self-conscious. I followed her voice to the bathroom and joined in on the chorus.

“Are you going to tell me I should leave the singing to the professionals?”

I poked my head behind the curtain into the steam. “I like your voice. Especially when you moan my name.”

Oh god. Did I say that outloud? Blood rushed to my cheeks, making me dizzy.

Alex pushed the curtain back. “Good answer. Join me?”

I stepped into the stream, and she pulled me against her. “I thought you might get shy this morning. Or run.”

I pressed my lips against her neck. “Mmm.” I didn’t know how to respond. Shy didn't describe me, but being with a woman for the first time.

I was unsure of every touch, sound, or taste.

She picked up the body wash and squirted some onto her hand. “Let me wash you.”

Her hands slid over my shoulders, and over my breasts; her palms dragged over my nipples. Her fingers slipped down my hips and grabbed my ass.

She pulled me against her, our breasts smashing together. “I hate to wash away the scent of sex from you.” She rubbed circles on my sleek inner thighs.

I brushed my lips across hers. “Well, after we shower, we can do it all over again.”

Alex made me feel bold. Or maybe it was the sex. Or that we only had today. Why not grab what experience I could? I gripped her ass and ground my pelvis against hers.

“As long as you won’t get worn out,” she countered. She bit my bottom lip, tugging me toward her.

“Afraid you can’t keep up?”

She grinned and let go of me. Alex tilted her head under the stream of water and let it cascade down her face. She wiped the water from her face with one hand.

“Touch me, Zena. Turn me on. Then I’ll take you back to bed, and I want to watch your face while you come.”

My phone rings. It jars me back to the shadowy hotel room.

The memory has heated the air around me.

I was so close too. So close to coming from that memory of Alex in the shower, and Alex in her bed.

My hands between her legs, hers between mine. The way we moved together, her inside me, took me places I’d never been.

My free hand silences the phone. I want resolution.

My fingers rub my clit as I think of Alex this afternoon.

If she’d come back to the hotel room, or I’d gone to her house, I could have done everything I imagined doing to another woman for the past six years.

And imagined doing to Alex for the last few weeks. Tasting her, feeling her, hearing her.

I want to be inside her. I want Alexa Martin squirming under my tongue again.