Page 64 of Like First Love, Again

Mia loved the tone Tori seemed to reserve for her. It was deep and sure and completely fucking dismantling. Fist in Tori’s loose, wavy hair, Mia pulled her away from where she was marking her throat.

“I’ve waited long enough,” Mia decided, turning Tori so she could gently push her onto the bed. So she could drop to her knees in front of her parted thighs and stare up at her while she opened her shirt, one button at a time.

Watching her through hooded eyes, Tori wore her lust like the most extravagant perfume. Mia would’ve done anything to keep her like that—undone, wanting, looking only at her. She wanted to stitch the moment into her skin, trade her name, her breath, her heart, just to keep mattering like that.

Mia greeted every inch of Tori’s newly exposed skin with a kiss. She tasted the salt of her collarbone. Skimmed the curve of her neck. Lost restraint when she reached the hollow of her chest.

Tori’s hand found Mia’s hair, the other gripping the mattress for balance. When she groaned and arched back to give herroom, Mia followed the curve of her torso with her mouth. She burned a trail of kisses—scattershot, fraying, already giving way to teeth—until she reached the cool metal of Tori’s belt buckle.

Hesitation cost Mia the upper hand. Before she could loop her finger into the leather and pull it apart, Tori reached down. Grabbing her by the arms, she scooped Mia off the floor and into her lap.

Mouth hard against hers, Tori kissed her like she might die if she didn’t consume her. Fingers digging into Mia’s hips, she flipped her onto the bed before Mia reacted to the change in tempo.

“I’ve been waiting a hell of a lot longer than you,” Tori growled when she climbed on top of her, voice so deep it vibrated at Mia’s core.

Parting her thighs to pull her between them, Mia clawed at Tori’s open shirt. “You can at least have the decency of being naked.”

Grinning into their kiss, Tori bit Mia’s bottom lip and tugged so hard it seemed impossible she hadn’t drawn blood. The idea that Tori wanted her badly enough to bruise and break sent an unstoppable ache pulsing through her body.

And then Tori was up, kneeling on the bed between Mia’s parted legs. She pulled off her shirt and tossed it on the floor. While Mia gawked—propped on her elbows to avoid missing a thing—Tori reached behind her back. Sultry gaze pinning Mia to the bed like fingers curled tightly around her throat, Tori unhooked her bra.

In the faint glow from the window, Tori’s body was art to be studied. To be revered. It wasn’t just that she was beautiful. It was that she washers.

“You’re going to have to give me Dr. Bloom’s number.” Mia tried to joke with what was left of her brain cells, voice too thin and attention glued on Tori’s body.

The sight of Tori’s graceful fingers unfastening her belt made Mia’s mouth run dry and the rest of her grow painfully wet.

“Why?” Tori slid off the bed and let her pants fall to the floor. She stood there a beat longer so Mia could bite her sore bottom lip and make an embarrassing sound. “You’re absolutely perfect the way you are,” she said before crawling over Mia.

Hands gliding up Tori’s bare, muscular back, Mia couldn’t find the will to waste words. To point out her plethora of imperfections. Not when she’d inadvertently tricked the most perfect human being into wanting her. Tossing her head back, she didn’t stop herself from grinding against Tori. To moan as loudly as she wanted with Tori ravaging her neck and rocking her hips into her.

“You’re incredible,” Tori whispered against Mia’s ear, hand running over Mia’s chest and slipping behind her back. “Can I take this off?” she asked in a voice so quiet, it was like she didn’t want to spoil a game.

Mia nodded, starting to sit up so she could undo the more complicated three hooks of her bra. But Tori pushed her back down with the lightest touch.

“Let me do it,” she demanded.

“It’s too hard to?—”

Mia’s protestation was cut off by Tori’s hand slipping between her body and the mattress. She’d barely arched her back when Tori unclasped her bra with nothing but a snap of her fingers.

Eyes wide, Mia was going to ask Tori how much practice she had undressing women when Tori tore the garment from her body and threw it like she never wanted to see it again. When she dropped down half on top of Mia and took both breasts in her hands. When she took one of her nipples into her mouth and moaned. When she drove Mia to the brink and they’d barely started.

“Fuck,” Mia panted, hips raising up to meet Tori’s body. To steal friction wherever she could get it.

“I thought you weren’t sensitive,” Tori teased, tongue circling the stiff point before taking it into her mouth again.

“I’m not.” Her voice was already cracking into a whimper. She couldn’t explain that every part of her body was alive with wanting Tori. That she’d thought about this every moment they’d been apart. That there wasn’t a single part of her body where Tori’s touch wouldn’t drive her insane. That the anticipation was so intense, it was pounding in her ears and mouth and chest.

Tori’s grin was unapologetically wicked. Like she’d looked into Mia’s soul and seen how desperate she was—how on the edge. Slithering down Mia’s torso, Tori used her hands and mouth to devour her as she went. Never had anyone paid such singular attention to every part of her body. Lips over sternum. Teeth over ribs. Tongue over navel.

Grabbing fistfuls of sheets, Mia was bordering on hyperventilation. She was trembling by the time Tori settled between her parted thighs. Panting when Tori ran her fingertips so lightly over the thin, damp fabric of her underwear. Cursing when she raised her hips to find the relief of full contact.

Diabolic delight etched into Tori’s perfect mouth right before she bit her bottom lip, attention on Mia as if she didn’t want to miss a moment of her torment. “I guess now is a good time to tell you I’m not going to let you come.”

“What?” Mia shrieked in a way that would’ve been embarrassing if she had any fucking control over her emotions, but they were in a tailspin along with the rest of her.

Tori responded with a touch so light, Mia couldn’t be sure it had happened. Didn’t know whether her frayed nervous system imagined it. Eyes still trained on Mia, Tori pressed her lips to the inside of her knee.

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