Amanda’s hands roamed, tugging the hem of Quinn’s shirt andfussing over the buttons. “Why are you wearing so many clothes?”
She chuckled and eased just far enough away to shed her shirt.
“More.” Amanda pointed to her belt. “Here, I’ll help.”
“For being compliant, you sure can be bossy.”
Amanda laughed. Like, really laughed. But instead of killing themood, it gave it a playful edge. Since she had a tendency toward the reverent,the lightness was a welcome addition. Amanda pulled at her belt, then herpants. She slid Amanda’s panties down her legs, then backtracked to dispensewith her bra.
Pressing her body to Amanda’s, skin to skin, seemed to calm thefire in her and stoke it at the same time. As she pulled Amanda’s taut nippleinto her mouth, she forgot about how long it had been or how nervous she’d feltwhen they started. All that remained was this gorgeous woman and a mountain ofshared need.
She trailed her fingers along Amanda’s ribs, across the softnessof her stomach that she’d tried to hide, and over the tops of her thighs.Amanda shifted, opened for her, in silent invitation. Well, not entirelysilent. Without words, she gave Quinn every encouragement she could have askedfor. And Quinn couldn’t resist.
Quinn slid over her, thinking to start slowly, give them both achance to get used to the new intimacy. But Amanda was so wet, so slick andsoft, she couldn’t hold her hand still. Up and down, small circles. The feel ofAmanda under her was hypnotic.
And the sounds. Those sweet, sexy, pleading sounds. Did Amandaknow how much they drove her crazy?
Amanda’s nails grazed Quinn’s back lightly as her hands roamed.Like the noises, it sent her senses haywire. It made her want to touch andtaste everywhere at once. It made her ache to be inside Amanda, connected toher in the most intimate way possible.
As though reading her thoughts, Amanda opened her eyes and lookedinto Quinn’s. “More.”
That one word made Quinn’s breath hitch. It ratcheted up her owndesire but made her want to give Amanda everything. She eased a finger into herand everything else—the sounds, the sensations, the wants—blurred. Every cellof her being focused on that connection, that perfect feeling so unlikeanything else.
“More.” Part command, part plea, Amanda’s request just about madeQuinn come undone.
She added a second finger. Amanda’s hips arched to meet her.Amanda’s body took her in, molded around her fingers like they were made foreach other. They moved together in perfect rhythm, like they’d done this athousand times before. It was, in short, perfection. Why had she been nervous,again?
Amanda arched and held; she convulsed around Quinn’s fingers.Heat poured from her, dripping over Quinn’s hand. She had been wrong before.This, this exact moment, was perfection.
She kissed Amanda’s forehead, her cheeks, her eyelids. WhenAmanda’s trembling finally stopped, Quinn kissed her mouth. Amanda continued toshudder, and each tremble sent a ripple of pleasure through her. She wouldn’thave said Amanda was the woman she’d been waiting for, but she couldn’t shakethe feeling that it had been worth the wait.
She settled herself next to Amanda, overwhelmingly content. Herown desire, while not sated, became more of a simmer than a rolling boil. Astrange sensation, but one she would happily revel in the rest of the night.
Before she could say so, Amanda squirmed away and rolled over.Quinn frowned. “Hey. Where are you going?”
“Don’t think you’re going to get away with being one-sided.”Amanda slinked down Quinn’s body.
“I don’t want you to feel—”
She finished neither the sentence nor the thought. Without anyhesitation or buildup or anything else, Amanda’s mouth closed around her. Quinnbucked, the sheer intensity of it lifting her off the bed.
Amanda softened her movements, but she didn’t stop. Quinn’s bodyresponded, following her lead and settling into a hypnotic rhythm. Quinn fistedher hands in the sheets, grasping for purchase against the torrent ofsensation. It was as though Amanda knew her body, knew what to do and exactly howto do it.
The orgasm cascaded over her like rain, effortless but leavingher drenched. Amanda let out a contented hum and she came again, the secondorgasm spilling into the first.
As her body continued to quake, Amanda crawled up the bed,kissing a line all the way up her torso to her mouth. Quinn blinked a fewtimes, trying to get her eyes to focus. She wanted to say something ofsignificance, but when she opened her mouth, all that came out was, “Wow.”
Amanda smiled. “I was thinking the same thing.”
“You’re amazing. And I’m pretty sure it isn’t just because Ihaven’t had sex in a really long time.”
She smirked. “Maybe a little of both.”
“No, no. I remember how it goes and that was spectacular.”
“I guess I can’t argue since I agree.”
Something about the comment made her chuckle. “Good.”
They stayed like that for a long while—Amanda stroking betweenher breasts and her fingers sliding lazily through Amanda’s hair. “Are yougood? Do you need anything?”
Amanda patted her chest and offered her a sleepy smile. “So good.Thanks for inviting me over.”
She reached over and shut off the light. Amanda settled rightback against her. If more than half her brain cells had been working, it mighthave freaked her out how perfectly they fit together. But at this point, shecould barely keep her eyes open and couldn’t remember the last time she’d feltthis content. “If you need something in the night, wake me up, okay?”
Another pat. “I won’t, but okay.”
Before she could argue, Amanda’s breathing evened out with thetransition to sleep. Quinn, for all her tendencies to think and wonder andworry, wasn’t far behind.
Chapter Sixteen
Amanda walked into the house to the sound of laughter andthe smell of cinnamon. Neither seemed par for the course for her kids at ninein morning. “Hello?”
“In here, Mom.” Cal’s voice came from the kitchen.
Daniella and Cal sat at the island, unusual only because of thetime. But when she stepped the rest of the way into the kitchen, she stoppeddead in her tracks. Standing at the oven—in boxers, a Cornell shirt, and a pairof oven mitts—was Mel.
“Uh.”
“Good morning.” Mel turned to her with a big smile and pan ofwhat appeared to be cinnamon rolls, like it was the most common thing in theworld.
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