The house was quiet, save for the soft creak of the floorboards under Mia’s bare feet. The guest room door was ajar, a sliver of moonlight spilling across the hardwood. She shouldn’t be here, not at this hour, not with her sister-in-law, Elise, sleeping just beyond that threshold. But the pull was undeniable, a current that had been building since Elise arrived for the weekend.
Mia’s breath hitched as she nudged the door open. Elise lay on the bed, her silhouette a delicate curve beneath the thin sheet. The air was heavy with the scent of lavender and something warmer, more intimate. Mia’s heart pounded, her fingers trembling as she stepped closer.
“Couldn’t sleep?” Elise’s voice was a low purr, startling Mia. She hadn’t realized Elise was awake, those dark eyes glinting in the dim light, watching her.
“I… no,” Mia stammered, heat flooding her cheeks. “I just—needed to check on you.”
Elise sat up, the sheet slipping to reveal the soft slope of her shoulder, the edge of a silk camisole. “Liar,” she whispered, a teasing smile curling her lips. “You’ve been looking at me all weekend like you’re starving.”
Mia’s throat tightened. She wanted to deny it, to retreat to the safety of her own room, but her feet wouldn’t move. Elise reached out, her fingers brushing Mia’s wrist, a touch so light it burned.
“Come here,” Elise murmured, tugging gently. Mia sank onto the bed, her pulse a wild rhythm. Elise’s hand slid up her arm, her touch deliberate, electrifying. “You don’t have to pretend with me.”
Their lips met, tentative at first, then hungry. Elise tasted of wine and forbidden promises, her fingers threading through Mia’s hair, pulling her closer. The world narrowed to the heat of their bodies, the soft gasps that filled the space between them. Mia’s hands roamed, tracing the curve of Elise’s waist, the silk slipping away to reveal skin that felt like a secret.
The bed creaked as they moved, a tangle of limbs and whispered desires. Elise’s breath was hot against Mia’s neck, her words a sultry challenge. “Tell me you want this.”
“I do,” Mia gasped, her voice barely a whisper, but it was enough. Elise’s smile was wicked, her touch bolder now, guiding Mia into a rhythm that felt like surrender.
Time blurred, the night swallowing their quiet moans, the rustle of sheets. When they finally stilled, breathless and spent, Elise pressed a soft kiss to Mia’s temple. “This stays between us,” she whispered, her voice a velvet promise.
Mia nodded, her heart still racing, knowing she’d never forget the taste of this secret, or the woman who’d unraveled her in the dark.