Page 80 of Harbor Lights
Shiv gently rolled Con onto her back as she undid the last of the buttons and helped her to lose the shirt. Shiv kissed her then, pulled her in tight and ran her hands over Con’s bare skin. It felt so good. She hadn’t had such an intimate touch for so many years, it almost made her want to cry.
Shiv’s hands paused on the tight band of her compression top. She pulled back from the kiss and touched her forehead to Con’s. “Are you good?”
“Oh, God, so good.” Her voice sounded like a groan to her ears.
Shiv’s warm fingers slid under the top and stretched it wide to lift it easily over Con’s head. She ignored the urge to cover up and allowed Shiv to push her back to the bed as her hands and lips left a trail of fire across Con’s body. She needed more, and she put her hands over Shiv’s and pushed them down to the waistband of her underwear. Shiv complied eagerly, and the boxers joined her other clothes on the floor. Con felt vulnerable now, as Shiv lifted on her arms and took in the full view of her naked body.
“You’re one fucking sexy woman.” Shiv’s groan of appreciation echoed throughout Con’s sensitized body.
Shiv spread her legs and kneeled between them, her eyes still roving down Con’s body. She took both of her breasts in her hands and ran thumbs over her nipples. Con felt it between her legs. She wanted Shiv to touch her there; she’d waited long enough. Her hips bucked unintentionally.
“Hey, cowboy. We’re getting there.” Shiv’s whispered chuckle just turned her on all the more. She took Shiv’s hand from her breast and sucked two fingers into her mouth, her eyes never leaving Shiv’s, which widened. Shiv smiled her acknowledgment and lowered the wet fingers down Con’s neck, across the curve of her breast and down to her hip, leaving a cool trail on her hot body. The finger followed the crease of her leg, skirted the hair she’d hastily trimmed in the shower earlier, and dipped lower.
Con groaned and tipped her hips again. “I need you now.”
Surely she’d never needed anything like she needed Shiv inside her.
Shiv took her time to lower her fingers into Con’s heat.
“You’re wet,” she murmured, and dipped her head to take a nipple between her teeth.
Con gasped and reached down to Shiv’s hand and held it tight to herself. The relief from the torture was bliss. It felt like perfection, like suddenly becoming whole.
Shiv moved against her, and Con rode the contact, riding the wave higher until she ground herself into Shiv’s palm with a groan that was almost a shout. It continued to build, and Shiv’s fingers teased until Con thought the rapture would never end. She finally pulled back, unable to take a moment more before she combusted.
Shiv kissed her neck and nuzzled her ear. “You’re so fucking hot.”
The thundering of her heart slowed, and she reached out to pull Shiv on top of her. “You’re not bad yourself.”
They kissed until a shiver ran through Con as her body finally returned to a normal temperature. Shiv pulled the covers up around them both and settled herself on Con’s chest, one leg slung over her.
Then Con, who hadn’t slept next to another human body in over a decade, pulled her even closer and listened to her breathing slow, as she replayed the wonder of the evening, until her own thoughts scattered, and she let sleep take her.
TWENTY-SIX
Shiv tiptoedaround the kitchen preparing breakfast, hoping Con would wake soon. Between the karaoke and the lovemaking, she’d burned a few calories last night, and she was starving. She’d left Con snoring into her pillow and trotted up to the Waterside, long before the guests were awake. She’d found Colette in the kitchen, baking bread, and she’d scrounged a loaf, along with some eggs. She looked forward to impressing Con with her improved omelet skills.
Until then, she sipped coffee and reflected on the night they’d just shared. Con had surprised her with her passion. She’d made sure to take things slow, so Con didn’t feel overwhelmed, or pressured into continuing with anything that didn’t feel right. But in the end, it’d been Con who’d moved things on. And how she had. Shiv had never felt a connection like it. She recalled the way Con had lit up every nerve in her body, and how she’d held her close while she came down.
Then she’d told her she loved her.
“Hey, dreamer, what are you thinking about?”
Con’s husky morning voice nearly made Shiv drop her coffee mug. Instead, she jumped up and threw her arms around her neck.
“It’s been too long since I kissed you.”
Con pulled back. “Morning breath.”
“Don’t care.” She kissed her, and Con responded, eventually pushing her gently back.
“I need coffee. And breakfast. I’m famished.”
“Same.” Shiv filled a mug and handed it over. She buttered a wedge of bread and held it to Con’s mouth, where even white teeth took it from her.
“That’ll keep you going. Breakfast will be five minutes.”
She turned up the heat under the pan and retrieved the eggs she had beaten earlier.
