Page 67 of Make Room for Love

“God forbid I enjoy my butch girlfriend when she gets home from her construction job.” Mira buried her face in Isabel’s neck and inhaled. Isabel flushed, hopelessly pleased. She’d never heard Mira saygirlfriendbefore. What she wouldn’t give to keep hearing it. “Can I join you?” Mira asked. “You can say no.”

The idea of Mira naked under the spray of water, moans bouncing off the tile, made Isabel shiver. They hadn’t gottenaround to fucking in the shower yet, and it was time to fix that. Truthfully, after the week she’d had, baring herself in the shower would feel like taking her armor off, which was nerve-wracking. But she could handle it. “Sure. You couldn’t wait?”

“I didn’t want to. Also, I’m freaking out a little. I could use a distraction.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing bad. We decided today we’re going to have the election as scheduled.” Mira sighed. “I’ll tell you more about it later.”

They went to the bathroom. Mira shoved her against the narrow strip of wall and started kissing her again, hot and messy, with plenty of tongue. Isabel moaned as she kissed back, giving as good as she got, heat blazing in her core. She could use a distraction, too.

Mira made quick work of her flannel shirt. Then came her undershirt, and then her sweaty sports bra. Mira looked at her with such greedy desire that Isabel flushed all over, her skin prickling and her nipples hardening from Mira’s gaze alone. She was already so fucking wet. She knew she looked good, but she would never, ever get tired of being looked at like this by the woman she loved.

Mira scooped up Isabel’s breasts in big handfuls, bent her head and took a nipple in her mouth, and moaned like she’d been waiting all day. Isabel cried out as pleasure arced through her. After a day of being hard and closed off while using her body for work, it was shocking to be soft and sensitive again, gasping as Mira sucked her nipple with that gorgeous mouth and looked at Isabel through those long lashes.

“Sweetheart,” Isabel said, her voice shaky. “We do have to shower.”

They ended up under the hot spray, Mira with her hair in a messy bun on top of her head. Water streamed down her body asthe shower fogged up. Isabel was going to exercise self-control—she really did need to wash her hair. After that, she’d back Mira up against the tile and trace her tongue over those rivulets of water. See how many times Mira could come before the water ran cold.

“Could you get my shampoo?” Isabel said. It was in a far corner. The shower had been taken over by Mira’s curly hair products.

Mira handed it over. “Can I wash your hair?”

Isabel hesitated. She was suspicious of anything requiring her to relax and be patient. Even getting her hair washed before a haircut made her antsy. But Mira’s fingers had felt so good against her scalp earlier…

It wouldn’t kill her to enjoy this. And she wanted Mira to keep touching her—it reassured her that Mira wanted her. That Mirastillwanted her. So simple, but it was everything.

“Sure,” she said. “Sounds nice.” She turned around, facing the showerhead, and let the water run over her body.

Behind her, Mira opened the bottle of shampoo, squeezed it into her hands, and massaged it into Isabel’s hair. Mira was getting her nails done differently these days: short on the right hand, and even longer than before on the left. She was being careful to not scratch Isabel, but the contrast still made Isabel smile.

Slowly but surely, Mira loosened her up. It wasn’t too hard to stay still and enjoy herself. She had leaned back into Mira’s hands without noticing, and Mira was cradling her head and giving her just the right amount of tingly pressure.

“Your hair is so luscious,” Mira said, her voice soothing against the backdrop of the shower spray. Isabel held on to every single one of her compliments, so sweet and sincere. “It’s so dark and glossy and a pleasure to run my hands through. I could do this forever.”

She let Isabel rinse out the shampoo, then worked in the conditioner and carefully loosened the tangles, as patient as she probably was with her own curls. Being taken care of like this wasn’t so bad.

Then Mira gently pushed her against the wall. Isabel’s back hit the cold tile, and she gasped and let out a laugh. “What are you doing?”

“Helping you shower.” Mira squeezed body wash onto her hands, lathered it up, and ran her slippery hands down Isabel’s sides. “Is that okay?”

Isabel nodded. Her arousal had been simmering before, but Mira was bringing it back to a full boil. Mira pressed their bodies close, her warm, lush curves sliding against Isabel’s, and kissed Isabel’s neck as her hands slid between them. She took Isabel’s slick, soapy breasts in her hands again and rubbed Isabel’s nipples with her thumbs.

The shock of pleasure made Isabel moan and her knees go weak. She grasped the soap holder behind her and gripped Mira’s hip with her other hand. Waiting this long had made her needy. “You know, there are other parts of me, too.”

Mira was still diligently soaping up her breasts. “I’m just being thorough. Can I tell you a secret?”

Isabel nodded. She would have said yes to anything. Mira said, “Remember that night I ran into you in the living room? Literally.”

Of course Isabel remembered, which had to be obvious from her reaction. Mira smiled slyly. “I didn’t actually take a shower. I leaned against the sink and made myself come thinking about you.”

At the thought of Mira sliding a hand into those little pajama shorts, eyes closed and head tossed back, fantasizing abouther…Isabel shivered as she sucked in a breath, utterly helpless. Mira gave her nipples a light, teasing tug, with a taste of those longnails on one side, and Isabel whimpered, the sound echoing off the tile. “Oh, god, Mira,” she gasped out. “Did you really?—”

Another tug at her nipples, just as gentle, but the pressure was building. Isabel whimpered again and clutched Mira’s hip, unable to help herself. Mira hadn’t even touched her below the waist, and she was already desperate. She squeezed her thighs together, chasing relief, and Mira noticed and smiled. She was irresistible like this, shy but blazing with desire. “I did. I couldn’t sleep after we put up those shelves.” She looked down, both self-conscious and coy, before looking Isabel in the eye again. “I knew your hands would feel good on me. I just didn’t know how good.”

Isabel groaned. She was a mess. Hot, needy, roiling with the thought of Mira wanting her so much. Part of her wanted to flip Mira around, push her against the wall, remind her exactly how good Isabel’s hands could feel. But another part of her…

“I made myself come thinking about you, too,” she said. “Here in the shower. The day before we kissed.” She hadn’t wanted to tell Mira before. Hadn’t wanted to recall those long months of yearning. But now…maybe it was Mira’s hands working her up so much she couldn’t think, or maybe it was Mira tenderly washing her hair, or maybe it was how emotionally raw she’d been. But the words had spilled out.

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