Page 78 of The Last Lavender Sister

“What is happening right now?” she asked as the storm pelted them with big, wet drops. Another clap of thunder. “Come on. I got you.” She tugged Brynn along, looking back to see her blond hair drenched, her white top clinging. It wasn’t a bad look.

“There’s apparently a party happening in the sky, and we’re without umbrellas.”

“Cruel and unusual!” Aster yelled. They were two houses from Brynn’s, clothing stuck to their skin as they laughed, shivered, and scurried the rest of the way down the slippery sidewalk. Aster didn’t care in the slightest. This was a day that she would remember for the rest of her life for all the right reasons.

When they arrived under the cover of Brynn’s porch, they reached for each other instantly, lips clashing and clinging in a dance so wonderful, Aster lost track of time and reason. Everything had come together, and her heart soared to heights unimaginable. Was this real? How could she live in this moment forever?

“Come in,” Brynn said against her lips. “We can warm up. Dry off.”

But Aster’s eyes were on Brynn’s perfectly swollen mouth and the way little tendrils of hair framed her face and curled slightly from the rain. More thunder cracked, mirroring the intensity of her feelings, her desire. “I’ll follow you.”

Brynn’s house was dim when they entered. She turned on a single lamp and smiled. A chill hit Aster, her wet skin and clothes catching up with her. “Let me get you a dry robe. You can snuggle up with a glass of wine and warm up while I change.” She poured Aster a glass of red, retrieved a white fluffy robe that smelled like her, and disappeared into the bedroom for what felt like a decent amount of time. Aster hung out in the kitchen, sipping the wine and enjoying the feel of Brynn’s robe against her body. She’d hugged it to herself more than once by the time she heard Brynn.

“Aster. Come find me.”

Brynn’s confident, even voice sent a shiver, and she set down her glass. Around the corner, she found Brynn’s bedroom, a room she’d only glimpsed in the past. But no sign of Brynn. “Where are you?” she asked.

“Just had to get into something dry.”

Aster opened her mouth and froze because Brynn was lying. She’d had to get into something sexy, and if anything was dry it was Aster’s mouth.

“What do you think?” Brynn asked, one arm going up on Aster’s shoulder. The white satin shorts and the matching shirt she’d left hanging open had Aster stalled. She fixated on the exposed skin, the inside curve of her breasts peeking out.

“I think you’re the sexiest woman on earth.”

She’d brushed her hair, taken it down, but it was still wet. Why was that doing crazy things to Aster? “Want to take it off me?” Brynn asked, running her finger down Aster’s collarbone. She pulled in air, legs shaky.

“Yes.” Aster touched Brynn’s hair. Found her eyes. “I’ve missed you. Touching you. Staring at you without apology.”

Brynn nodded. “Me, too.”

Her fingers gently swept aside the one edge of that satin shirt,revealing her breast. Aster dipped her head and placed a kiss there softly to a quiet moan from Brynn. Aster lifted the breast, generously taking more of the nipple into her mouth, sucking softly, moving her tongue in a circle across its surface. She straightened and slid the rest of the shirt off Brynn’s shoulders, taking in the damn sight of her. Gorgeous. Waiting. Aster gently turned her around and kissed her neck from behind. She reached around her body and cradled her breasts as she kissed the underside of her jaw. Brynn pressed against her and somehow expertly found the tie on that robe, prompting it to fall open. Brynn turned in her arms, slipped her hands inside the robe, to her back, and then to her ass. She stepped into Aster’s space and pulled her hips to Brynn’s. Fire. There was nothing like this. She was drunk with desire and determination and awe. She stepped right out of that robe, letting it fall to the floor. She felt Brynn’s eyes on her body, everywhere. She reached between Brynn’s legs and touched her intimately through her clothes and watched as her eyes slammed shut and her lips parted. The bed was right there, but she walked them to the wall, driven by instinct and raw need. With Brynn’s back against it, she slid her shorts down to her ankles and, with nothing between them, pressed her body to Brynn’s and kissed her thoroughly.

But she needed more. She needed all of Brynn. She let her hands roam over her hips, her stomach, her breasts, and her thighs encouraged by the sounds Brynn made, at first quiet moans of encouragement that had shifted to whimpers when her need increased. Aster caressed the inside of one thigh then the other before coaxing them apart. As they kissed, Brynn nodded. Permission. Aster pulled back from the kiss, tilted Brynn’s chin until their eyes connected, and slid her fingers gently inside, thumb stroking. As Brynn began to move against her hand, Aster matched her rhythm. Outside, the rain continued, underscoring their dance. Brynn’s eyes were a deeper shade than normal, having gone dark with desire. She pulled Aster closer, wordlessly asking for more. She obliged, moving faster in and out until in a beautiful thrash, Brynn went still and shuddered silently, grasping Aster tightly at the shoulders, her nails digging in, producing a welcome burst of pain and pleasure across Aster’s skin.

“Too much,” Brynn breathed. A smile. “That was too much.”

“It wasn’t enough,” Aster whispered in her ear because she had somany plans for Brynn, her body, theirs together. She cupped her ass and kissed her lips wildly, her own arousal acute and raging.

Brynn didn’t hesitate, going up on tiptoe to match her intensity full-on. She had Aster by the face as she explored her mouth with her tongue, moaning against it. “I’ve wanted you naked for so long,” she whispered against her mouth before going back in. “These breasts. Mine.” A hot shiver shot through Aster at the thought of being owned by Brynn, but nothing could be more accurate. Brynn owned every part of her and more. Brynn bent her head and pulled a nipple into her mouth as Aster saw white. The passionate, open-mouthed kisses to her breast brought Aster down, literally. She was sitting on the bed before she knew it, her legs too wobbly for support. Her center ached and her thighs trembled.

“There’s a fire when we touch.”

“Every damn time,” Aster said, nodding, their fingers playing, intertwining, and letting go again.

“When was your last time?” Brynn asked, resting her palm on Aster’s stomach. She loved the casual touches of intimacy. The way Brynn claimed her.

“Oh. That would have been you,” she said, cradling Brynn’s cheek.

Brynn seemed struck, in absolute awe. Her eyebrows dropped. “Really? All that time in Boston. All those women you worked around. You never…”

“No. Some tried. But I just couldn’t. Not after we were together. I only wanted you after that, even through my anger.”

“I just never imagined that.” She rested her cheek on the pillow absorbing. “Not that I’m complaining.” A smile.

“What about you? Were you seeing someone or…” She braced herself for the answer. Of course, anything Brynn did on their time apart was fair, but the details would be hard to think about.

“No.” She exhaled slowly. “I tried to imagine myself dating again, but I knew better. My last time was in Boston.”

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