Page 70 of Secret Spark

“I’m too distracted. I’ll have to practice at home.” Her gaze swept over Sadie in that mentally undressing way she’d been doing all morning. They’d gone from wolfing down tasty yogurt parfaits to making out to Sadie teaching Joan how to pour latte art to making out to this one last attempt.

“Your instructor’s a tad distracted, too,” Sadie said, skimming her hand down to Joan’s hip.

“I mean, your lips are right there.” Joan lifted the small metal pitcher and dropped a kiss on Sadie’s mouth. “And your cheeks.” She kissed both. “And your nose.” She brushed her lips across it. “And this neck of yours, Sadie Eagan.” She nipped at the tender skin just below Sadie’s earlobe.

Sadie grabbed the pitcher and set it on the counter so she could pull Joan against her and kiss her properly. She dug her fingers into Joan’s waves of hair while Joan cupped her butt.

“You taste so good,” Joan rumbled before licking inside Sadie’s mouth.

She grunted somewhat unsexily in response, backing against the counter, parting her legs to let Joan know it’d be one million percent fine if she wanted to haul her up to the top.

Joan pressed against her. Her thigh crept between Sadie’s, fingers teasing the skin above the waistband of her blue cigarette pants.

Ungh, she didn’t really want their first time to be an under-the-clothes kitchen quickie, but she’d take literally anything at this point. Joan was so freaking hot and got her so freaking hot, it was a wonder Sadie could form a single coherent thought around her.

Joan touched several spots near Sadie’s hips. Then her lumbar region. Uh, if she was searching for erogenous zones, she was way off.

“What are you doing?” Sadie giggled against her lips.

“Guessing where your secret tattoos are,” Joan said.

“Ah.”

Her fingers wandered under Sadie’s striped shirt to her lower spine. The touch sent electric prickles through her skin. “Can I see them from the back?”

“Maybe,” Sadie said.

“Here?” Now her hands were on Sadie’s hips.

“Maayybee.”

Joan took her sweet time tortuously grazing her fingertips across the skin around Sadie’s waist, pausing above her bellybutton. “Can I see them from the front?”

Yes, yes, sweet Sappho, YES.“Maaayyybeee.”

Her eyebrows quirked above those liquid amber eyes. “Not even a hint?”

“I don’t like spoiling the surprise. Plus I love what your eyes are doing right now.”

Joan leaned back slightly. “What are they doing?”

“They change colors. Like they go from light to dark, kind of in a swirl.” Sadie nestled her hands on Joan’s strong shoulders. “It’s really cool.”

She blinked a few times, then dragged in a deep breath.

“Feel free to do some in-depth ink investigation,” Sadie said. She pushed her chest up, knowing damn well the scoop-neck on her shirt gave Joan a generous view of the girls. Joan was always sneaking glances at the girls.

The swirling eye colors intensified as Joan stared at the twin swells. She probably didn’t even notice the stretch marks. Her energy seemed to heighten. It was a little intense.

In the near distance, Joan’s phone buzzed. It’d been vibrating off and on, but they’d been ignoring the outside world.

Her fingertips curled into Sadie’s waistband, close to one of her secret tattoos. “I want nothing else in the entire universe than to discover your secret tattoos. But I have to— I mean, I need more time. I mean,weneed more time. To do this. To do it right, like you said yesterday.”

She was adorably flustered. Confident Joan didn’t seem like she’d be nervous about sleeping together, yet she kept hesitating. Maybe it was an energy absorption thing. Maybe sex felt kind of weird for her. Or incredibly wonderful if there was an energy exchange. Regardless of her reasons, they were valid and worthy of respect.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Sadie said, cradling Joan’s face in her hands.

“I’m so damn ready, sweetheart. You have no idea.”

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