Free The Set Piece by Catherine Lane Page B

knees. Her hands drifted along the back of Amy’s thighs, up under her dress.
    Amy was shaking. Her legs trembled so much they could barely support her.
    “Can you tell me?” Her voice was soft and seductive. Her hands moved like silk over Amy’s behind and rested there.
    “No.” Amy dropped her gaze to Darla’s face. It transfixed her. Her skin glowed like polished mahogany in the dim light.
    Darla slid her hands inside Amy’s panties. The heat from Darla’s palms was intense on the cool skin of her backside.
    “Should I show you?”
    “Please,” Amy whispered. She tipped her head back against the concrete wall and let its coolness seep into her back. She was burning up. Heat pulsed in waves through her body. Darla’s fingers grazed her damp sex. Amy shuddered with pleasure.
    “I taste desire.” Darla spread her legs wider. “And you.” Slowly, excruciatingly she moved toward her center.
    “Please.” Amy breathed.
    Darla moaned in response and slid a finger deep into Amy. She shuddered, ripples of sensation coursed through her. She tightened around Darla’s strokes, the friction building a delicious tension throughout her body. All that existed was this space between her legs and the exquisite touch of her first lover. The girl who had taught her who she really was. Darla stroked slowly, sensually, in and out, adding another finger when she sensed Amy was ready.
    “Look at me.”
    Amy slid down the wall, sinking onto Darla’s hand, moving into her rhythm, wanting more, building, building—
    “Look at me.”
    Amy opened her eyes and stared at Darla. Her amber eyes were light and sparkling, not dark at all. And then they turned blue. They burned through her with longing, and the blue was like a horizon that seemed to go on forever.
    “Casey?” Amy struggled to speak.
    “We both know I’m the one you really want.” Casey was holding her against the wall. Casey was pushing into her body, priming it, making her explode. Casey was—
    Metal slammed against metal.
    Amy’s eyes flew open.
    The stacks. Casey. Her building orgasm. All gone. Slipping away from her and back into the land of dreams.
    What the hell was that noise?
    Now that her mind was clearing, it only took a second to realize that it came from Diego’s home gym. The weight machines were right under her apartment. She took a deep breath, trying to orient herself. Dulce began yipping to be let out. Amy pulled herself out of bed and opened the door a crack. The dog shot out like a bullet. The clanking echoed louder in the hallway. Shit, for the amount of money this place cost can’t Diego afford better soundproofing?
    She headed for the bathroom, hoping a hot shower would improve her mood. In the shower stall, she inadvertently leaned against one of the buttons and steam tinged with the fresh scent of eucalyptus enveloped her. Another one of the luxurious treats living at casa Diego brought. Any other day, Amy would have adored the aromatherapy treatment but this morning being transported to an eucalyptus forest took her further away from Casey and her sexy dream. She dropped her hand between her thighs, hoping to recapture the magic. Nope. The sparkle had definitely gone. With a sigh she reached for the shampoo.
    Dressed and ready for the day Amy headed downstairs. She took a quick look in the gym to see Diego pumping weights at a chest press machine. A very handsome man with slick blond hair stood over him counting down the reps. “You can do it, man. Come on!”
    Amy pulled back quickly before either of them turned to see her at the door. She had the distinct feeling that she was watching a private moment. Not really knowing where to go, she aimlessly wandered into the kitchen. The smell of freshly brewed coffee hit her as soon as she walked in. Tammy sat at the oversized table, reading the newspaper and drinking from a steaming cup.
    “Morning, Tammy.”
    “Morning,” she answered, without looking up.
    “Is there any more