When she took Hallie’s hand, her brain short-circuited. Like, truly, she could not have come up with a cogent thought to save her life.
“Do you want to feel for yourself?” Brynn asked, holding Hallie’s hand just above the edge of the comforter.
“Yes.” It was the fastest Hallie had probably ever answered a question. And it was fine, right? As long as it was Brynn’s idea for Hallie to touch her.
A little unorthodox, considering they hadn’t even kissed yet, but she was going to follow Brynn’s lead on this one.
Releasing Hallie’s hand, Brynn shifted back against the headboard again. Hallie eased under the covers and ran her fingers down Brynn’s thin T-shirt, trailing lower. Only when she hit the band of Brynn’s underwear did she hesitate, scratching lightly there for permission.
“Please.” It was the needy, strained tone in Brynn’s voice that really let Hallie give into this moment, into appreciating that, regardless of how responsibly she tried to do this, it was going to be unbelievably satisfying for her, too.
Because she’dtriedover the last few weeks. Tried not to objectify Brynn too much. To not let her own fantasies run wild.
And, especially, to not imagine what it would feel like to do what she was doing at this exact moment, which was slipping her hand between Brynn’s legs, her fingers pushing gently against her entrance, so close to heat and wetness.
Even if going down this path would change everything, at this moment, she didn’t care.
She eased her fingers inward, the wetness enveloping her at the same time Brynn let out a sound that made Hallie delirious with want.
“Fuck,” she breathed out, allowing herself the indulgence of running two fingers along Brynn’s entrance. She needed to be thorough, after all.
“Do that again.” It was a command, wholly surprising coming from Brynn, who was one of the most polite people that she’d ever met.
And damn, did it do things to Hallie. She obliged immediately, dragging her fingertips down and then back up, coming close—but not quite—to pressing against her clit.
Brynn let out a sound between a cry and a moan. And then, suddenly, arms were wrapping around Hallie, pulling her from the very appropriate position she’d been trying to hold herselfin. There was nowhere for her to go, so she tumbled into Brynn, settling almost her full weight on top of her.
And god, did it feel incredible, but not nearly as incredible as Brynn’s lips, the ones she’d been fantasizing about just minutes ago, crashing into her own.
They were kissing, Brynn’s arms wrapped around Hallie, keeping their bodies anchored tightly. Hallie hadn’t been wrong, she thought dimly. They were perfect together. Her lips easily slotted against Brynn’s, a rhythm developing between them so quickly that Hallie was left breathless.
But— “Brynn,” she managed to get out, between what she could only describe as the ravaging of her lifetime. “Are you sure you want to do this? We haven’t talked about?—”
But her words were cut off when Brynn pulled her back into a messy, insatiable kiss that left her panting again.
Who was this woman? And how could Hallie not have known thatthiswas bubbling just below the surface the entire time?
It made another wave of desire roll through her, which she managed to keep in check. Barely, given how hard she had to brace her forearm against the bed to hold herself in place. To not slot back into their previous position, where there was nowhere for her body to go except nestled into every crook of Brynn’s lower half.
But then, Brynn looked up at her, wide, unblinking eyes staring at Hallie. Her lips curled into a dangerous smile that implied she knew exactly the type of power that she held and how Hallie would never be able to resist it.
And even if Brynn herself didn’t know it, Hallie was well and fully under her spell.
Just when Hallie thought she was literally going to explode from how badly shewanted, Brynn arched her hips up into Hallie’s hand, which she’d somehow, against all odds, managed not to move until now. “This. I want it like this. You, on topof me. Your fingers. Yourtouch. This is what I want,” Brynn breathed into the sliver of space between their mouths, her breath ghosting across Hallie’s lips.
The resistance that Hallie had been clinging to, cobbled together from the shreds of sensibility that she’d barely been holding together since walking into the room, evaporated.
Poof. Gone.
Because being the one who made Brynn feel like this was exactly what Hallie wanted, too.
Needed, in fact, even as she tried not to use such a consequential word, even to herself.
Being with Brynn, like this, their bodies melted together, felt more right than anything else in her life had in a long time.
And there was no way she could keep fighting it.
She dipped her head back down to capture Brynn’s lips, soft and sweet. Butterflies exploded in her stomach again as she lengthened her body, her own legs falling on either side of one of Brynn’s.
