Page 83 of The Last to Know

Grace shrugged. “Nope, just take them off.”

“I am not driving back in my pants,” Caz said, incredulous. “Imagine if we get pulled over. Then what?”

“The police will have a good giggle?” Grace grinned.

“There has to be something I can sit on, or I’ll just clean the seat when we get back,” she said, until she noticed Grace staring at her, non-plussed. “Or I can just take them off.”

“Do you see how much simpler it is when you do as you’re told?” Grace continued to grin.

The car was in sight and Caz upped her pace, digging into her pocket for the keys.

“I’ve always done as I’m told, or have you never noticed the power you have over me?” Caz grabbed Grace’s hand. “Come on, I’m hungry and I need a shower to warm up, and you…can join me.”

From the car, Caz had headed straight in and stripped out of the rest of her clothes to quickly stand herself under the hot water of the shower.

With her face looking up, water cascading over her, she smiled when she heard the door creak open.

“Are you coming in?” she asked without opening her eyes, but when Grace didn’t speak, Caz glanced back over her shoulder.

Grace was standing in the doorway, towel wrapped around her, hair brushed and hanging wet down her back. Herbottom lip was tugged between her teeth as she stared at Caz’s bare backside.

“Caz?”

“Yeah?

Not wanting to put any pressure on Grace, Caz continued showering. Pouring shampoo into her palm, she reached up and began to massage the soap into her hair.

“I…”

Caz rinsed her hair and then turned to face Grace, watching as Grace looked at her for the first time, as her wife should look at her naked form.

“We don’t have to—” Caz found her words dry up when Grace dropped the towel she’d been clutching around herself. “Or you could…do that.” Caz smiled and held out her hand.

Grace took it and then took the first steps towards Caz.

“I never realised how…fit you are.” Grace laughed. “I’ve seen you half-undressed loads of times and yet, I’ve never really looked at you, I suppose. You’ve got abs.”

“You’ve got boobs.” Caz grinned at her as Grace looked down at herself as though checking that were true. “You can touch me…if you want to.”

For a moment, neither of them made a move, eyes furtively darting up and down each other as they tried to take it all in.

And just when Caz thought it all might be too much for her, Grace reached up, sliding her hand over Caz’s shoulder and around her neck, stepping in close enough their bodies squished against one another, naked, skin-against-skin for the first time.“I want your mouth on me,” she whispered against Caz’s ear as she leaned in closer, “and your hands…I want to feel you touch me the way you want to…don’t think about it, just touch me…”

Caz nodded, her palms lifting to rest against Grace’s hips, soapy fingers gripping her flesh and pulling her closer. “We can’t do—”

“We can…it’s okay, I’m okay…you won’t hurt me.”

“I’d never hurt you.”

Grace smiled. “I know, I was just making sureyouknow you won’t…”

With warm water cascading down, Caz stopped thinking and acted. The kiss was slow and tender and easy. It made perfect sense. Lips slid against one another, teasing and tantalising like they’d been doing a lot lately, only this time, they were both naked.

They twisted beneath the deluge until Grace had her back against the cool tiles, her leg raised and hooked around Caz’s thigh.

It was somewhat erotic, at least, in Caz’s mind. Before now, she hadn’t dared to really imagine making love with Grace. Little snippets of sexy thoughts had seeped into her imagination at times, but never making love; never allowing herself to feel these emotions that were orchestrating her every move right now.

She took the lead, guiding Grace gently, instigating and initiating. Every moan or hiss of delight spurred her on to explore further and she ran her palms over stiff nipples and soft flesh, then rounded hips and buttocks, mapping everything inher mind while trying to concentrate and focus whenever Grace reciprocated.

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