Page 113 of Secret Spark

Her second secret tattoo of several small, round-petaled flowers on one side of her lower abs.

Joan kissed it, bringing her hands to pull Sadie’s thighs farther apart. Normally she’d tease and finger her some more, but she wanted Sadie to come again. And she wanted that on her tongue when it happened.

She pressed her mouth against Sadie’s mound, breathing in her essence, licking up the center. Sadie swore and grabbed a handful of Joan’s hair. She tucked a leg around Joan, shifting to give her greater access.

Joan’s heartbeat pounded wildly. Sadie tasted so fucking perfect. Deliciously savory. The way she was looking down at Joan, watching her, was perfect, too. She wanted this moment to last forever and be over at the same time so she could do it again and again and again.

She slid two fingers back inside and matched the rhythm of her tongue. Sadie seized Joan’s other hand and drew it up to her breast. She laced their fingers and guided them over her nipple, panting and moaning.

Heat squiggled up her throat. Right. She could direct it. She’d promised Sadie as much.

She focused the heat into her mouth, just enough to warm her tongue.

A strangled cry flew out of Sadie. She gripped Joan’s hair like it was the only thing keeping her alive.

Her body bucked wildly. Joan applied a tiny bit more heat to her tongue. She nearly lost herself making Sadie come so hard, she could barely make a sound. She released Joan’s head to grasp the comforter and ride out the remainder of her orgasm.

Sadie’s legs flopped to the sides. Her back returned to the bed. Her chest heaved, causing her damp breast to slip from their joined hands. Joan didn’t lift her head or stop caressing her on the inside until the very last of the delectable shudders and shivers had ceased.

Sadie dropped a loose hand on Joan’s shoulder. She stared at Joan like she couldn’t quite believe what had just happened but was happy it had.

Joan removed herself slowly. She kissed the inside of one thigh, then the other. Sadie guided her up until Joan lay against her. She wrapped an arm around Sadie’s belly that Sadie gripped with both hands.

A sated smile stretched across her face. “Holy shit,” she said, laughing. “I don’t know what you did, but whatever it was, never stop.”

“I told you I could direct heat where it was most needed.” Joan grinned, rather proud of herself.

“Je-sus.” Sadie kissed her several deep, grateful times. “I’ve never felt anything like that in my life.”

“Plenty more where that came from,” Joan promised.

Sadie blinked at the haze covering her eyes. She readjusted to face Joan, running a hand down her cheek. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

Joan gazed into those coffee-brown eyes. She wanteda lotof things with Sadie, for Sadie, from Sadie. But there was one thing she needed right now. The pounding in her heart wasn’t lust, wasn’t a need for release. It pulsed with a deep need for connection.

“You.” She tucked her hand around Sadie’s waist. “I want you to hold me. I want to feel connected to you.”

“That willnotbe a problem,” Sadie said. She rolled on top of Joan and sat up. “I can’t create literal sparks, but I’ll come close.”

“I hope I don’t create literal sparks, either.”

“Keep doing what you’re doing with all that.”

Keep the fire in your heart.

Sadie skimmed both hands down Joan’s breasts, then her stomach. “What are these still doing here?” she teased, tugging on Joan’s sleep pants.

“Getting in the way,” Joan said. “Please relocate them.”

“With pleasure.”

Sadie inched them down, taking in every bit of skin as it was exposed. Once she dropped them on the floor, she stared at Joan.

“Your body,” she whispered, almost reverently. “God, Joan, you’re perfect.” She ran her fingers across Joan’s abs. “What do you have, a twelve pack? And thesethighs.”

Her touch moved down one thigh, making Joan shiver. At least she thought it was a shiver. She’d never shivered before.

Sadie dragged her hand up the inside of Joan’s thigh, her pinky skipping over the outer edge of Joan’s trimmed dark hair. She shivered harder, marveling at the electric sensation.

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