Page 105 of The Fiancée Farce
“Raise your arms,” she said, tugging on the hem of her hoodie. “Not that I don’t like seeing you in my clothes. I just think I’m going to like seeing you out of them a whole hell of a lot more.”
Tansy blushed prettily and lifted her arms so Gemma could tug the sweater up and over her head. She let it fall to the floor and followed, kneeling in front of Tansy.
Tansy’s hands shook when she steadied herself on Gemma’s shoulders, letting Gemma strip her pants down her legs. She stepped out of them, laughing when her foot got caught.
Gemma caught Tansy as she started to stumble, hands cupping her ass, feeling nothing but bare skin, not even a scrap of lace.
“Fuck me,” she murmured, thumbs making circles against the crease of skin where Tansy’s hips met her thighs.
“I, uh, might’ve accidentally left my underwear in your dryer.”
Gemma grinned. “I can see that.”
Tansy laughed and covered her face with her hands. “You don’t have to stare at it.”
“It?” Gemma’s smiled widened. “What exactly is thisitof which you speak?”
Tansy shook with laughter. “As if you don’t know what I’m talking about.”
“I don’t know.” She feigned ignorance. “How can I be sure if you don’t tell me?”
Tansy peeked at her from between her fingers. “My, you know,parts.”
Gemma bit down on the side of her cheek. “Yourparts. Whichparts, pray tell, would those be?”
Tansy smacked her shoulder. “Gemma!”
“See, that’smyname.” Gemma trailed her fingers through the trimmed curls covering Tansy’s mound. “I want to know what you callthis.”
She slid her fingers lower, just barely grazing Tansy’s clit.
The softest, sweetest gasp escaped Tansy as she swayed toward Gemma, hips arching into her touch. “Well, I hardly gave it aname.”
Gemma burst out laughing. “Tansy!”
“What?” Tansy reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind Gemma’s ears, smiling, blue eyes bright. “Oh, is that not what you meant?”
The way her lips twitched made it obvious she knewexactlywhat Gemma was talking about and was delighting in giving her grief. Which was fine. All the better, even. Two could play that game.
Gemma pressed a kiss just beneath Tansy’s belly button and looked up at Tansy from beneath her lashes. “Do you want me to touch you, Tansy?”
The front of Tansy’s throat bobbed. “Yes.”
Gemma nuzzled her hip, biting back a smile. “Wheredo you want me to touch you?”
Pink crept into Tansy’s cheeks. “Everywhere?”
Fuck it. She should wait Tansy out, make her say it—hell, make her beg for it—but that was good enough. This game, while fun, was trying Gemma’s patience. Patience that was paper-thin at this point.
She took mercy on Tansy and pressed another kiss beneath her belly button, this one lower, just above the place where she had a feeling Tansy wanted to be touched most. “I don’t really give a fuck whether you call it your pussy or your sex or your cunt; you want me to touch you here?”
She stole a glance up at Tansy, wanting to watch her face as badly as she wanted to explore the rest of her.
As Tansy nodded, her eyes flickered over Gemma’s shoulder. Not for longer than a second before snapping back to Gemma’s face, but it was long enough. She wanted Tansy focused. Focused solely on her, onfeeling, on the pleasure Gemma planned to give her. Preferably over and over and over again.
Distractions were a no-no, utterly impermissible.
Gemma looked over her shoulder, expecting to see a calendar or a window or—a fucking fish tank, maybe, or hell, one of Tansy’s adorable kitties, who didnotbelong in the bedroom right now.
