Page 78 of Like First Love, Again

Mia propped herself up on one elbow, perfect hazel eyes burning with mischief. “Don’t look a gift pastry-covered-meat-log in the mouth, Victoria,” she said before kissing Tori’s grinning lips and leaping out of bed.

Tori stayed where she was, tangled in the sheets, skin still buzzing. Her chest ached differently than her body. It was too full. Too ready to erupt like a shaken champagne bottle.

She was still laughing to herself, she realized, before biting her lip to stop. It was futile. There was no stifling the force of it. No pretending that she didn’t know how bad she had it.

If reincarnation was real, she’d met Mia in every lifetime. Loved her with the certainty of spring following winter. And ifshe’d waited lifetimes for her, not just years, the wait would have been worth it. After spending so long holding her breath, being with Mia was the ultimate exhale.

“Tori! How the hell do you set this fancy ass oven to reheat?” Mia shouted from downstairs.

Laughing because what the hell was the point of not, Tori rolled out of bed. She grabbed a T-shirt from a drawer for herself. And, knowing what Mia would want, Tori grabbed her discarded button-down off the floor.

Thirty-Nine

“It’s bigger than you expected, isn’t it?” Tori stood at the edge of the bed, hands on her hips, a rather large phallus protruding from her sexy body.

Mia, on the bed, cleared her throat. “No,” she lied.

“No?” Tori chuckled. “Then why do you look like your eyes were bigger than your…” She tipped her head to the side, gaze dropping to the sheet draped loosely across Mia’s lower body. She raised a brow pointedly rather than finishing her sentence.

“Shut up.” Mia laughed, heat rushing up her chest and over her cheeks. “And come here.”

“Is this how you think it’s going to go?” Tori knelt on the bed. She came toward Mia with the biggest dick she’d ever seen. It reminded her ofJawsthreatening the coast. “You think you’re going to pull some topping from the bottom bullshit?”

“Well, what are you planning?” Mia flung her arms around Tori’s neck. “Were you going to ram it in there from four feet away?” She kicked off the sheets.

When Tori kissed her, she tasted like the red wine they’d shared while sitting at her kitchen counter. While they’d pickedat the perhaps over-the-top meal Mia had prepared when she’d been plotting a sweeping, romantic gesture. She tasted like hers.

Tori didn’t stop kissing her when she reached over to her nightstand and grabbed something Mia didn’t see. She was too busy thinking about the silicone pressed to her inner thigh. About the worry that this might be the time her orgasms would stop showing up on command.

Having finallyhadTori, Mia’s fears about not being good enough for Tori had singed the edges of her mind again. Tori wasn’t just incredible at giving in bed, she was also fucking magnificent at receiving.

The sound of Tori unraveling, the taste of her, reverberated in Mia’s short-term memory. God, she’d been incredible. Looked incredible. Felt incredible.

“Hey,” Tori said softly from above her, concern coloring her tone where desire should have been. They hadn’t even started and Mia was already fucking up. “You okay?” Tori cradled her face, holding her so lightly while her eyes shone with concern. “Why don’t we take a break?” Her hand went to the clasp on her hip.

“No.” Mia grabbed her wrist. “I don’t want to stop,” she promised, sure that she’d never get enough of Tori’s body pressed to hers, of her heart beating against Mia’s skin.

“We can slow down,” Tori offered, voice so gentle.

Gentle wasn’t what Mia wanted. What she craved. Not from Tori. Not right now. She wanted Tori imprinted on her skin. Wanted to wear her like a brand that burned through muscle and sinew and etched into bone.

Mia pulled her in close again. She smirked when she found Tori’s mouth with hers. “Maybe we can do it slow tomorrow,” she joked before kissing her again. “Or the day after that.” She ran her palms over Tori’s flexing back. Not a single part of her wasn’t excruciatingly sexy.

“If you change your mind?—”

“I’ll tell you,” Mia cut her off and pulled her down to her neck. “Mark me.”

“Are you sure?—”

“Mark me,” Mia demanded.

It was November, and she didn’t have a job to go to, and she needed to make up for every time it should have been Tori leaving an obscene hickey on her fucking neck. Every time it should have been Tori fumbling with her bra, Tori’s nervous fingers tugging on her jeans.

Another moment of hesitation and Tori’s teeth were grazing her skin while she created the most maddening pressure with her mouth. Hand in Tori’s hair, loose and wild, Mia turned her head so Tori could mark the entire column of her neck.

She relaxed when Tori snaked her hand between their bodies. When she bit Mia’s neck harder and found her clit with her fingers. She focused on Tori’s steady rhythm. On the way heat spread across her body. She refused to worry that she was going to disappoint her.

Mia tried to let go. To disconnect from everything except for where Tori’s body met hers. Where Tori touched her like she was hers.

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