Free Cadence of My Heart by Keira Michelle Telford

kisses the side of Cadence’s head several times in quick succession, tempted to press lips to neck, but resisting. “If we keep going like this, I dread to think what you might have me doing next. At some point, I have to be the adult. I can’t let this keep escalating. It’s sheer madness.”
    “But—”
    “No buts.” Marlee puts a hand over Cadence’s mouth, silencing her. “It’s way past your bedtime, and we’ve got lots to do tomorrow, so I want you up early.”
    She wriggles out from behind Cadence, then heaves her up off the sofa, holding hands with her all the way back to the bedroom. She’ll have to get up extra early to go through all the rooms they fooled around in, making sure there’s nothing suspicious or out of place.
    A dropped earring. A lost button. A tube of lipstick. Bare footprints on the walls. All this worry just for a few kisses. Is it really worth it?
    While Cadence is brushing her teeth in the bathroom, Marlee sits on the teen’s bed, reflecting on that question, chewing over the day’s activities. Before and after every kiss, she suffers a slight panic, reminding herself that it’s wrong—so damn wrong. She feels it now, too, just waiting for Cadence to emerge, but she knows it won’t last. She expects it to dissolve the instant their lips touch to kiss goodnight, but in reality, it dissolves as soon as Cadence steps out of the bathroom wearing that black lacy underwear.
    “Oh, shit.” She’s totally unprepared for sexy Cadence. Where did the fuzzy guinea pig pajamas go?
    Watching Cadence approach the bed, her heart thrums, loving and loathing how easily this young teen can disarm her, and she finds herself craving intimacy.
    Intimacy she can’t have.
    In theory, she could always fall back into her casual arrangement with Rachel. But after the way Cadence reacted earlier, she dare not risk getting caught in bed with her again. Not only because she doesn’t want to hurt Cadence, but because, well, even the mere thought of sharing intimacy with Rachel now somehow feels wrong. Like cheating.
    Tired of being the voice of reason—or trying to be—and entranced by the beautiful young woman standing in front of her, she relinquishes all control as Cadence tilts her head up and kisses her, pushing her gently back onto the bed. It feels good to let go as Cadence—a girl who, under any other circumstance, would be perfectly free to be intimate with her in any and every way—straddles her thighs and leans over her for another kiss.
    “You’re so sexy, honey,” Marlee manages to get out between lip-locks. “I want you so much.”
    As they kiss, she rubs Cadence’s bare back, feeling the curve of her spine, her slender hips, and the rise of her buttocks. Without thinking, she slips her hands over Cadence’s ass, enjoying how firm she is.
    “Is it all right if I touch you like this?” she thinks to ask after the fact.
    “Uh-huh.” Cadence nods, thrilled and excited that Marlee wants to do more than just kiss her. “I like it.”
    They keep kissing, and Marlee can’t resist edging her fingertips beneath the lace—she wants to feel bare ass. At that moment, Cadence does something remarkable: she starts to move. She starts to rock her hips back and forth, grinding herself against Marlee’s pelvis.
    Marlee moans into Cadence’s mouth. Cadence is so inexperienced that she probably doesn’t fully understand what she’s doing, but Marlee certainly does: she’s pleasuring herself. She’s clamping down, rubbing her clit against Marlee’s body. Will she make herself come? Has she ever had an orgasm? They’ve never spoken about it.
    “Damn,” Marlee mumbles quietly, finding the sensation of having young Cadence humping her more arousing than anything else she’s ever experienced.
    Cadence stops. “Is something wrong?”
    “Oh, god, no!” Marlee slips her hands completely beneath the lace knickers, groping Cadence’s bum, urging her to continue. “You surprise me in