Page 50 of The Last Lavender Sister

“Brynn,” Aster said quietly from just inside the door. “No wine. I don’t want to talk right now. Do you?”

Brynn shook her head, her heart thudding. She walked back down the hallway to Aster and placed her palms on Aster’s shoulders and slid them down her chest. She could hear Aster’s breathing change and registered the effect her touch had. She went onto her toes, evening out the height disparity, and encircled Aster’s neck with her arms. Delicious unravel. Their lips were close, and for a moment they simply breathed in the same air, hovering in that heady spot right before something important happened. Brynn made the move she’d been waiting to make for a long time now. She parted her lips and brushed them against Aster’s. She went slow for a reason because this rollout of sensations was too good to rush through, no matter how much more she wanted to do. She kissed Aster more fully, parting her lips, sinking deep into the kiss. Their mouths fit to perfection and now moved in what was quickly becoming hungry tandem. She didn’t know why it startled her, how much she loved kissing Aster. She didn’t want to compare it to Micah or anyone else she’d been with out of respect, but kissing Aster felt like another activity entirely. She was drunk, and it wasn’t from the alcohol.

Aster’s hands were firmly on her waist and walking her backwardinto the main room. She’d sprung for a suite because she wanted this weekend to be special. She hadn’t had to wait long for that to happen. With her arms around Aster’s neck, she could feel the outline of her breasts as they moved. A slight sway. She wanted to see them, lick them, devour them. She wanted to experience all of Aster, and the more they kissed, the less control she had over thoughts like those. “I want to do so many things to you,” she murmured against Aster’s mouth. “And I want your hands on my skin.”

“I’m yours. I’ve always been yours,” Aster said, and the quality of her voice said that was true. Brynn had heard the termheart soaringin the past, but in that hotel room hers really did soar.

This felt right. Scary. But right.

They didn’t make it to bed. How could they? The dresser stopped them cold when the back of Brynn’s legs pressed against it. More kissing. With Aster’s tongue in her mouth, she struggled to think clearly. But shefelt. Oh, she felt. Most notably the aching between her legs that began to eclipse everything else. But she had urges, too. The first one required Aster’s clothes on the floor so she could finally see all that she’d imagined for so long. Her fingers trembled as they touched the hem of Aster’s black shirt. She lifted it with purpose, dropped it on the floor, and pulled her face back to look at Aster in just a bra. Oh, my. Her hands moved to the breasts she knew would not disappoint. Aster’s style of clothing rarely gave much away, but her body amazed Brynn. The navy bra offered a generous glimpse of the tops of her round breasts, larger than Brynn had visualized, and she’d done a lot of that. Through the satin fabric, Brynn cupped Aster’s breasts and pressed them back against her body. Aster’s breathing shifted drastically then. She helped things along by unclasping the bra for Brynn and dropping it to the floor, granting her unobstructed access.

“Unreal,” Brynn breathed, overcome with lust and relishing every second. She bent down, placed a heated open-mouthed kiss on Aster’s right nipple, flooding her own body with yet another hit of arousal. Her underwear was wet, and her legs shook noticeably now. The low moan Aster offered encouraged her as she continued to kiss, lick, and suck every inch of her breast, maybe even too hard, but she’d waited so long and didn’t hold back now. She raised her head, kissed Aster’s neck, lingering, inhaling her scent, kissing up her jaw to her lips whereshe stopped just shy. “I want you naked while I do this.” Aster’s eyes fluttered, and she offered a nod, unbuttoned her jeans, and lowered the zipper. She stepped out of them and the show was a good one. Long legs were revealed to Brynn, smooth and elegant. She wore a pair of black bikinis. The sight of Aster in nothing but a thin piece of fabric made her mouth go dry. It was a good look. “Take them off,” Brynn said, unable to tear her eyes away. Aster hooked her thumbs through the waistband of the bikinis, lowered them to the floor, and stepped out. Brynn didn’t wait. Her hands were dancing across that skin and following the outline of her waist down the curve of her hips. She wanted to touch her everywhere. She caught Aster in a searing kiss as she slid her hands around to her backside, cupping her cheeks and pulling Aster firmly against her. The pressure ignited a burst of sensation at her center. She heard herself respond audibly in a murmured cry.

“Let’s go to the bed,” Aster said.

“You first,” Brynn said, barely recognizing her own voice. She watched as Aster lay on the bed. With Aster’s eyes on her, Brynn removed her clothing, down to her matching raspberry lingerie set that she rarely wore, but did tonight. She watched as Aster’s eyes went wide. She sat up, enraptured.

“Come here.” Aster held out her hand and pulled Brynn to her lap. Straddling Aster, skin to skin, the position took them to a new level of hot. With her center pressed to Aster’s stomach, they began to kiss slowly until their need took over, leaving them breathless. Brynn rocked her hips against Aster, seeking release, desperate to be undone. Her raspberry bra hit the floor and Aster’s hands covered both breasts as they rocked, pressing themselves together then apart. Then Aster’s mouth was on her breast, sucking, taking Brynn to a height that left her quite close to the edge of oblivion.

As if reading her thoughts, Aster helped her along. She reached a hand between them and moved the raspberry square of fabric to the side. “Go ahead,” she whispered in Brynn’s ear and ran a thumb across her intimately as Brynn rolled her hips. Then again. God. Brynn closed her eyes and held on to Aster’s shoulders. With each stroke Aster took her higher and higher until a warmth cascaded down her face to her breasts, her hips, until her whole body shook. “Aster.” The only word she had. She dug her fingers into Aster’s shoulders. Hard. “Aster.” Seconds later she was overcome with the most intense wash of pleasureshe’d ever known and pressed firmly against Aster’s hand, riding it until she practically burst.

“You’re so beautiful,” Aster said quietly. “Sexy.” She touched Brynn’s cheek. “Brynn. I’ve never known anything like you.”

Brynn’s cheeks were hot, and she was still shaken by the intensity of that experience. “I didn’t mean for that to get so out of control.”

“I did,” Aster said, running her fingertips lightly up and down Brynn’s bare back. She placed a kiss on Brynn’s shoulder that inspired goose bumps. She kissed her breast, palming the other one. She was still exploring, acquainting herself with Brynn’s body. “And where did this lingerie come from? I’m going to daydream about it every day for the rest of my life. How am I supposed to hold a job?”

“You like it?” Brynn asked, still rocking softly against Aster as the tiny shockwaves continued to wane.

“I like everything about tonight,” Aster said, her brown eyes so much darker than usual. This was her turned-on face, and Brynn loved it. She took such satisfaction in getting to see this whole new private side of Aster. This was her at her most vulnerable. “I have a confession. I’ve been imagining us like this for a long time. But you’re even better than what my brain came up with.”

“What your brain came up with?” Brynn asked. “I love the way you think. The way you talk. I also very much like the way you look.” She swept a thick strand of hair off Aster’s shoulder and kissed the exposed skin. Aster trembled, and Brynn got a heady shot of power. “Do you like it when I touch you?” she whispered in her ear, grinning. Aster nodded. “When I kiss your body?” She placed a passionate kiss along the column of Aster’s neck.

Aster nodded again and swallowed, her heartbeat visible through the pulse on her throat. Brynn’s hands slid up Aster’s ribcage to her breasts where she played, watching as Aster’s eyes slammed shut. “Does this turn you on?” Aster bit the corner of her lip as Brynn continued to lavish her breasts with attention. “Because it turns me on.” She watched just what action seemed to affect Aster most. It was most definitely when she let her teeth skate across Aster’s nipples. She really did have the best breasts, and while Brynn could have lingered for much longer, the sounds Aster was making, the squirming beneath her touch, said she was ready for more.

And God in heaven, so was Brynn.

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Aster wasn’t often amazed, but tonight took the definition of the word to a whole new level. Not only was Brynn naked in her arms, but she was talkative during sex. Asking Aster questions, tickling her ear with the quiet of her voice, saying things she’d never thought she’d hear Brynn Garrett say. The matching fuchsia lingerie and the way it hugged and displayed Brynn’s body had also nearly blown her mind. But it was the way Brynn was touching her now that was the icing on the already alluring cake. She could hear her own heart thudding out of control as her arousal grew, but it didn’t matter because the rest of her body pulled focus. She had needs she didn’t know were possible.

“You want a little more?” Brynn asked, circling Aster’s nipple with her forefinger. She lifted onto her knees in front of Aster, bringing her breasts to Aster’s eyeline.

“Now that’s a view,” Aster managed, mesmerized.

“Mm-hmm. For you.” Brynn climbed off Aster’s lap and moved down her body on all fours, kissing Aster’s breasts, her stomach, and then paid extra attention to the tops of her thighs. The proximity to her center, to the longing that had overtaken everything, was almost too much. She trembled. As if reading her thoughts, Brynn parted her legs and placed a gentle kiss between them, sending a hit of white-hot pleasure that caused Aster to buck her hips.

“Don’t you go anywhere,” Brynn said and began to trace lazy circles with her tongue. Aster covered her eyes, and her hips started to move in rhythm with Brynn’s pattern, trying for release. Yearning. Brynn wrapped an arm around each leg and held her in place like an anchor. She kissed her intimately, pulling her more firmly into her mouth. This would be her undoing, and Aster was rarely undone. It was when Brynn began to gently suck her most sensitive spot that Aster thought she might actually lose her mind. No, that sentiment was premature. Because Brynn pushed inside her and began to move, causing the world to crack open. Pleasure rained down, immeasurable and intense. She felt Brynn everywhere. Throughout her body, coursing through her blood, and in every breath she took. Their unique connection climbed to a whole new category, and everything else dissolved for Aster, leavingonly them. Not only was her heart whole, but the physical payoff was better than anything she’d ever experienced.

“Brynn.” A pause. “Oh God.” She only managed the words after several long moments of recovery. Her eyes latched on to the patterns on the hotel room’s ceiling, and her hands had somehow made their way into thick blond hair. She began to stroke it as her faculties clicked back into place at their own meandering pace. She was aware of Brynn’s fingertips softly grazing her stomach, then her breasts. “Where are you?” Aster asked with a smile. She lifted her head and looked down. Brynn had her cheek pressed to Aster’s midsection, looking rather pleased with herself.

She smiled. “I really like it here.”

“You can stay as long as you like.”

She lifted her head, laughing. “Dangerous. Here I come.” Brynn crawled up the bed, looking like a masterful seductress. She was. Aster lifted her arm, and Brynn slid beneath it. Perfect fit.

“We should have done this sooner,” Aster said, feeling happy and accomplished. “Think of all the wasted time. We could have been having a lot of fun.”

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