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“Lie down,” I whispered and watched in reverence as she did. I took her in, the dark fan of hair on the pillow, the luminous eyes looking up at me, and those full lips I could never kiss enough no matter how many days I lived. She was naked, beautiful, and waiting. Without hesitation, I parted her thighs and settled between them. When I kissed her intimately, she groaned, so very wet and so very ready. I placed another slow, open-mouthed kiss on her center, the heaven that was her, and wrapped my arms around her legs to the sound of her murmuring in appreciation.

“I forgot how easily you take me there,” she said, half into the pillow.

I licked her languidly, in no particular hurry, and instead enjoyed the ability I had to bring her pleasure. I wanted to live in this space for as long as possible, reminding myself of what kinds of touches affected her most, what combinations drove her wild. I wanted to know everything about Kyle and how her body liked to be touched.

I paused my attention and kneaded her breasts, watching as her eyes slammed shut. I kissed her neck, her collarbone, and back down to her stomach. There wasn’t an inch of her I didn’t explore. The noises she offered told me she was close, so I returned to where I knew she needed me most. I slid inside to moans of pleasure and began to take her higher and higher and higher, until the dam finally broke and she arched in stillness, her skin flushed and beautiful. As she rode out the waves of pleasure, she did something I hadn’t expected: She locked her gaze to mine. I’d never experienced a connection like the one that clicked into place then and there. My heart swelled, and the feeling of warmth and fullness was beyond my current comprehension. There was something very special between us, and tonight had only confirmed it further. Tears welled in my eyes, and I had no real inclination to hide them. That was what she did for me.

Kyle allowed me to just be…me.

A flash of lightning lit up the room just before a loud clap of thunder shook the house. In a burst, Kyle’s lips were on mine. For reasons we both seemed aware of, there was a desperation to come together, to consume each other, and fast. As we kissed, she cradled my breasts, pushing them against my body and releasing them. I was on my back and she kissed her way down my body on a mission that wouldn’t be deterred. I parted my legs for her and she traced circles with the flat of her tongue. My hips reached for her, asking desperately for more. The room flashed bright, followed by a crash. She pushed inside and I cried out, clenching around her fingers, overwhelmed by sensations. I began to rock as she moved in and out again, in even rhythm. Her signature move.

“More,” I pleaded. Her methodical motion was torturous and she damn well knew it. She made no move to alter it, a determined woman who owned me and knew so. The pressure between my legs steadily rose. I clawed at the sheets until I burst, seeing white behind my eyes and calling out probably too loudly. I bit my lip to quiet myself, but itdidn’t work in the slightest. Sex with this woman was too good to be allowed.

“I’ve missed you,” she said in my ear as I returned to myself from an orgasm of the caliber I’d never forget. “I’ve missed this.”

“What are you doing next week?” I asked, breathless and happy. I was met with a burst of laughter from Dr. Kyle, Soap Opera Doctor at Large.

Chapter Seventeen

Elizabeth Damn Draper

Grocery stores seem unacceptably mundane after really great beach house sex. How was I supposed to concentrate on cauliflower ripeness and plentiful orders of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos when I’d just come off a hot and steamy sexcapade weekend I’d not soon forget? As in, twisted-in-the-bedsheets good, laughing quietly in the early morning hours good, and making love until we couldn’t hold our eyes open another minute. That good. I needed to process it all. First of all, I had to start with her breasts, because God in Heaven. Kyle’s should win awards.

“Hi, Mr. Anderson. We just got some of those cherry tomatoes you love.”

I flashed on the way she’d flipped me over like a pancake and done decadent things with her mouth while I’d gripped the sheets, totally at her mercy.

“Laura, your daughter looks more and more like you every day.”

The way I’d orgasmed more in a twenty-four-hour period than any other time in my life.

“Ms. Dolly Lee, do you want me to grab an extra cart for you? We can swap this full one for an empty until you’re ready to check out.”

The way Kyle took her time with each little touch, paying thorough attention to every inch of my body.

“Hey Buster, there’s a spill on twelve. Do you mind handling it?”

My skin was hot and extra sensitive. My brain moved too fast for its own good, always reverting back to the sexiest of thoughts, the kind no one should have in public. I needed a distraction in the form of an outlet. Finally, I spotted exactly what I needed to get myself throughthis afternoon. Elizabeth Damn Draper, who fell squarely in the confidante column these days. She was perusing the cake mixes, which was entirely on brand, when I hurried up on her. “Ma’am, I don’t mean to interrupt your shopping, but could you come with me a moment?”

Elizabeth paused mid-marble-cake-box-inspection. “Savanna, am I in trouble at the grocery store? Did I break a covenant rule and someone sent the manager?”

“We can discuss that privately. Follow me to my office.”

She frowned, placed the box back on the shelf, and followed dutifully behind me until we were in my office with the door closed. “Okay, what’s going on? I’ve never been pulled into the principal’s office before, but this is giving those vibes.”

“I had a sexy weekend at KC’s beach house.”

“The bungalow? Stop it. Even I’ve never had a sexy weekend at the bungalow.” She sat in the chair next to my desk as if preparing for story time. “So, it’s on? You’re a thing?”

I didn’t exactly know. “We haven’t defined the details of our relationship.”

“Oh,” she said, nodding supportively. “You totally have time for that down the road. I remember Devyn and me before we were official.” She fanned herself. “That level of heat took some getting used to. I’m still not sure I’m fully there even now.”

I took a seat across from her. We were bonding now. I loved Jonathan, but Elizabeth spoke my lesbian language. “Right? It’s like I can’t wrap my mind around the fact that our first weekend in Charleston wasn’t a fluke. We matched it at the very least.” I placed my hand on her forearm. “And Elizabeth, I’m pretty sure we surpassed it.”

“Tell me more immediately.”

“I most certainly will.” The lid was off now. “Our Friday night together had to be the sexiest night of my life. Did you hear that? My life.”

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