A breathless place.
Maya didn’t know what to make of it intellectually but on a baser, much more primal level, seeing those words inked into Quinn’s flesh ignited something in her. The desire to trace her lips over those particular patches of Quinn’s skin, definitely, but Quinn’s tattoos seemed like such an elemental part of her, seemed to contribute to the person she was, made her special—then and now—and it made something unfurl deep inside of Maya.
She looked up at Quinn’s face. There was something almost triumphant in her gaze, as if having those tattoos, having chosen the words and the part of her skin where they would be etched forever, gave her an edge. As if she knew they made her more desirable to Maya. Or maybe that was just what Maya was reading into it.
“Come here,” Quinn beckoned her.
She scooped up Quinn’s wrist—the one that had Acceptance tattooed on it—and pressed her lips against the dark letters before moving closer to Quinn.
Of course, Maya wanted to ask what all her tattoos meant and why she had gotten them, but that could wait. Unlike last time, she didn’t know if there would be a morning after—because, this time, the possibility was there. Maya didn’t know anything, except for one thing: she wanted Quinn. Being with Quinn, or a woman like Quinn, hadn’t been the reason she’d moved to the city, but here she was, in her new home, with Quinn in all her glory in her bed. Sometimes, life threw you a curveball like that.
Quinn pulled Maya closer and kissed her again and again, soon making Maya forget where she was at all.
Quinn came to lie on top of her again, her skin hot against Maya’s. Her hands danced from her hair to her breasts to all the spots on Maya’s skin that mirrored the locations of Quinn’s tattoos—all very sensitive spots, as it turned out. Surely that was no coincidence. Unlike all those years ago, Maya burned to know more about Quinn, to find out who she really was, who life had turned her into. She didn’t just want Quinn’s hands all over her; she wanted to talk to her, get to know her, laugh with her and, more than anything, dance with her.
“You’re so fucking hot, Maya,” Quinn whispered in her ear just as her hand drifted between Maya’s legs.
Maya spread for her. Her skin had felt on fire for a long time, but now her clit was throbbing hard, aching for Quinn’s touch as well. Maya let her own hands roam freely over Quinn’s body, caressing her gorgeous breasts, her voluptuous ass. She couldn’t get enough of the feel of Quinn against her hands, of her soft skin against her own—making Maya wonder why she had felt so guilty for so long about something as beautiful as this.
“I’m going to get the lube out,” Quinn whispered in Maya’s ear. Before she did, she kissed Maya slow and long on the lips. Tonight, it felt as though they had the luxury of time.
When Quinn leaned away from her to open the nightstand drawer, Maya took a deep breath. When Quinn took a little too long for her liking, she found herself clawing for her, pulling her on top of her again.
“Got it.” Quinn flipped the lid and put the tube on Maya’s other side. She kissed Maya again, while her hand meandered down between Maya’s legs again, her fingers featherlight against Maya’s nether lips, carefully avoiding the ticking time bomb of her aching clit.
Maya got so lost in Quinn’s touch and even more so in her long, lingering, heavenly kisses, that she missed the moment Quinn squirted lube onto her hand. All she knew was that, all of a sudden, Quinn’s fingers against her were wet and slippery and ready for something more than the divine caresses she’d been bestowing onto Maya.
The addition of the lube heightened Maya’s senses. Her skin tingled. The heat in her belly intensified. Quinn broke their kiss and looked her in the eyes as her fingers dipped lower and deeper, until those same fingers were inside Maya.
Maya gasped for air. Quinn held her fingers completely still as she kept staring into Maya’s eyes.
Maya thought she might melt under Quinn’s gaze.
Then Quinn moved her fingers. Gently at first, until there was nothing gentle about it anymore. As if Quinn had known much more than Maya knew about her body and what she wanted in that moment. Quinn fucked her until all Maya saw on the backs of her closed eyelids were bright shooting stars.
Maya had no idea what acrobatics Quinn was performing with her hand, but while moving deeply and satisfyingly inside her, she also managed to stimulate Maya’s clit in a way that made her arousal skyrocket. Maybe this was ten years of pent-up lust. Ten years of hankering for another woman’s touch—or maybe just Quinn’s touch. Maya had no way of knowing in that moment. All she knew, as Quinn touched her so deftly, so tantalizingly, as though her fingers had found their exquisite final destination, was that she was coming at the hands of Quinn Hathaway once again, and she wouldn’t be getting enough of that explosive sensation any time soon.
Chapter 24
How an evening could turn. How it could impact your thoughts, your actions, and possibly, ultimately, the course of your life. Quinn could hardly wrap her head around how, just moments ago, her fingers had been deep inside of Maya, and Maya had cried out her name as she clamped onto Quinn, and her fingers, for what seemed like dear life.
One thing was for sure. Morgan could not be further from her mind, because Quinn’s brain was suffused with all things Maya, who was still as gorgeous and elegant as ever. And as willing to play along.
“Jesus,” Maya said, as she pulled Quinn against her. “I can’t believe you just did
