Page 16 of Life After

“You could have just said yes or no,” Jen whispered against Suzanne’s lips. “Or was this the plan? Make me soaking wet for you and then kick me out the door?”

Suzanne gripped Jen’s jaw, the idea of this woman inside her too much to take. “Trust me. Kicking you out is the last thing I want to do.”

Jen’s lips trailed along Suzanne’s neck until she reached her ear. “I’m dying to touch you.”

Suzanne took the hand hanging limp at Jen’s side and brought it between her legs. She gasped, aware that she was only going to torture herself for the rest of the day, but Suzanne really needed Jen to know what she planned for tonight. Dinner, yes. Then a whole lot of sex if she had her way. “Do you think you can wait until tonight?”

Jen moaned when she pressed Suzanne’s lace underwear between her lips. “Fuck. I don’t know.”

“Then I guess this is another one of those self-control moments for you.” Suzanne couldn’t help but smirk. Jen was frustrated, and they both knew it.

“I just need the smallest taste.” Jen pushed Suzanne’s underwear to one side and stroked two fingers through her wetness. Then she brought those fingers to her lips and slid them into her mouth. “Fuck.”

Suzanne could only watch on, her entire body trembling. Jen’s touch was unbelievably gentle, but things would become far racier before too long. They both had it in them. Without a doubt. “Jen.” Suzanne pressed her hands to Jen’s shoulders, her mouth agape when Jen repeated the movement. “O-oh, fuck.” She clenched her jaw, her nails digging into Jen’s shoulders. “Y-you have to stop that.”

“And you have to stop teasing me.” Jen placed wet kisses down Suzanne’s chest, forcing her robe open so she could access Suzanne’s hardened nipples. But then Jen suddenly stepped back and appraised Suzanne as she said, “Is this all mine tonight?”

“Do you want me to be all yours tonight?”

Jen nodded as she bit her lip. “Mm. Damn fucking right I do. If…it’s not too soon for you.”

“I’ll make sure I wear something that really gets you going.” Suzanne drew Jen in. She needed one last heated kiss before she had to let Jen go again. “Any requests?”

“All of you gets me going. Trust me.” Jen brushed the back of her hand up Suzanne’s stomach, smiling when it rippled and shuddered. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

Suzanne blushed. She hadn’t expected Jen to say something so…perfect. “Thank you.”

“Can’t believe you even want to date me,” Jen said, slipping her arm around Suzanne’s waist beneath her robe. She pulled their bodies together, that look in her eyes not going unnoticed by Suzanne. Jen wanted her, and she wanted Jen. If only one of them didn’t have to work right now. “But I’m going to do everything I can to give you a night to remember.”

Oh, when Jen said things like that. Suzanne could sink to her knees and drink everything this woman had to offer. Suzanne reached out and touched Jen’s face lightly. “I can’t wait.”

“Where do you want to do dinner? Anywhere in mind that you like?”

Suzanne narrowed her eyes. She wasn’t sure she would last the entirety of dinner out in public. “How about you come over here, and I’ll cook. At least then, we don’t have to worry about where the nearest hard surface is.”

Jen grinned. “Only if you promise to lock the door behind me and ask me to stay the night.”

Suzanne would love for Jen to stay the night. They may only have one date under their belts, but Suzanne stood by what she’d said that first night. Life was far too short to hold back. And right now, Suzanne didn’t know how she was managing to do exactly that. “I promise you.”

Jen drew Suzanne in, stroking a thumb across her bottom lip before she kissed her. “I’ll be here. Seven. Not a moment later.”

Chapter 7

“Jen,what the bloody hell are you doing?” Denise opened Jen’s bedroom door, her brows drawn together. “I thought you were going over to Suzanne’s this evening?”

“I am. I’m just getting ready.”

Denise stepped into Jen’s bedroom. “Ready for what? To sit on a couch?”

“It’s a second date,” Jen explained as she picked up two different shirts. Did she go for the white one or the black with the fancy cufflinks? It didn’t really matter, in all honesty. It would be on Suzanne’s bedroom floor eventually. “I suggested going out for dinner, but Suzanne said she would cook instead. Just want to look nice for her, you know?”

“She’s a very lucky woman.”

“No, Mum. I’m the lucky one. Wait until you meet her.” Jen’s mind wandered to all thoughts of Suzanne. She could only smile. “She’s just…we get one another. We understand grief and what it takes from us. I’ve never met anyone like her before. She’s funny, she’s sweet, she’s…”Hot as fuck, Jen wanted to add but didn’t. “She’s special. That’s all I can really say about her.”

“Special, huh?” Denise sat on the edge of Jen’s bed, a brow quirked. “Then I look forward to meeting her one day.”

Jen was also looking forward to that. It just wasn’t the right time yet. She needed many more uninterrupted hours with Suzanne before Jen even contemplated asking her to meet Denise. “It’ll happen. I know it will. I feel so good about this, Mum.”

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