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It was their first time together and she wanted to remember every detail.Their first time together,repeated in her head.Their first time together.

She pulled back, breaking the kiss and catching her breath as she watched Grace’s chest heave and her face frown.

“What’s wrong…why are you stopping?” Grace asked, her voice carrying a little hint of insecurity.

Caz smiled, stroking her cheek. “I’m not…I’m just…I don’t want our first time together to be standing in a shower when we have a perfectly sound bed to frolic in.”

“Frolic?” Grace laughed and kissed her again. “God, I love you so much.” She turned around and switched off the shower. “Lead the way to said frolicking.”

Chapter Fifty-Four

A sudden thought occurred to Caz as Grace pulled her into the bedroom.

“Are you still—”

Grace turned and shook her head. “No, it stopped.”

“Not that it would really matter—there are ways around that…” Caz looked away before smiling awkwardly.

“Caz?”

“Yeah?”

“Stop talking.” Grace grinned and pulled her closer. “We’re both grown-ups, we’re married, and we love each other…and we have a bed…so…” Her palms raised up and pushed against Caz’s chest. Unprepared, Caz lost her balance and fell backwards onto the mattress, landing with her elbows supporting her weight. Grace immediately sat across her thighs and leaned forward. “I want this…with you.”

It was an image Caz would burn into her memory banks. Dark hair fell around them both. She let her eyes explore the curves and arousal of the woman she loved more than any other person on the planet as she hovered above her.

One in eight billion.

How was it possible to find your match in a world full of potential? But she had.

She reached up, her palm gently caressing Grace’s cheek. “Are you sure you want to do this now? We don’t have to rush this.”

“I think…” Grace leaned closer, “we’ve waited long enough, don’t you?” She moved in, lips ready to press firmly against Caz’s, when she stopped. “Unless…it’s you that wants to wait?”

Caz shook her head. “No, I’m ready for this. For us.” She craned her neck forward and met eager, waiting lips, her palm sliding further into Grace’s hair, urging her closer until she all but lay flat against Caz.

As the kiss grew more intense, Caz used her strength to slowly turn them both until they’d switched places and she was on top, legs sliding either side of Grace’s thigh.

It didn’t take much before Grace moved and made more room, Caz’s leg pressing harder until she was met with the arousal and firmness of Grace’s bareness.

She smiled to herself as the first soft moan escaped Grace, a sound that instantly hit home with her own excitement.

She wanted more of it.

Her lips kissed a path along Grace’s jawline, down her neck, and lower still, until she was face to face with that delicious collarbone.

“Do that again,” Grace demanded, and Caz was only too keen to oblige, moving her thigh rhythmically, pressing more firmly when Grace bent her knees and pressed her heels into Caz’s buttocks.

“Yes…” Grace nodded, more to herself, Caz considered, too focused on lavishing every inch of skin with kisses. So lost init all, she barely felt it when Grace took her hand and pushed it lower. “Touch me, I need you to...”

Caz pushed herself up onto one elbow, looking down into those brown eyes she’d loved all these years.

“Touch…me,” Grace almost begged.

“Show me how,” Caz responded, now moving Grace’s hand into the space between them. “Show me what you like…”

“Fuck, that’s…nobody has ever asked that,” she said between breaths, as her fingertips touched her clit and Caz slid her own hand on top.

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