“This feels so good,” Hannah said. “Don’t stop.”
Kate switched to her other breast and gave it as much attention as Hannah’s other one. Hannah unzipped her jeans and pushed her hand down to try to quench the aching need at the heart of her. She heard Kate inhale, and Kate paused in her ministrations on Hannah.
“I need to taste you. How does that sound?”
“Yes,” Hannah said breathlessly.
Kate kissed Hannah quickly on the lips, and then she pulled Hannah down the hall to her room. She pushed Hannah onto the bed. Hannah leaned up on her elbows and watched as Kate spread Hannah’s legs apart. Her flesh goose pimpled again as Kate hooked her fingers into the waistband of Hannah’s pants.
“We good?” Kate asked.
Hannah didn’t think she could be any wetter, but Kate asking for her consent was possibly the sexiest thing that had ever happened to her. Hannah pushed down the image of Chad, who’d never asked or seemed to care about her consent when it came to anything, let alone sex. Unable to form words, Hannah simply nodded, and Kate removed Hannah’s black yoga pants and tossed them to the floor.
Kate cupped Hannah. Gently rubbing her nub through her thong. “Take it off, please.” Hannah begged. Thankfully, Kate didn’t need to hear any more pleading from her. Her underwear was gone in a second, and then Kate was between her legs.
Hannah’s legs shook as Kate kissed her way to Hannah’s center. There had been so many nights since the first time she’d seen Kate when Hannah had pleasured herself to the fantasy of Kate being exactly where she was right now. Those fantasies could not compare to the reality of Kate Sterling lapping up herjuices. Hannah squirmed as Kate pressed two fingers inside her. Kate’s tongue sucked on her clit as she thrust her fingers in and out of her, and it took too little time before Hannah’s orgasm exploded from her.
Hannah’s body shook with aftershocks as Kate gently brushed her tongue along her clit, slowly bringing her down from her high. Then Kate moved up until she was on top of Hannah, her lean body complementing Hannah’s own. She placed her hands on each side of Hannah’s head and kissed her. Hannah reveled in the taste of her mixed in Kate’s mouth. Within moments, heat was building low in Hannah’s abdomen.
“My turn?” Hannah asked.
“No, tonight is all about you,” Kate pronounced.
Hannah’s mind warred with her lust. Why didn’t Kate want Hannah to give her the same pleasure? Did she somehow know Hannah had never gone down on a woman before? Then Kate palmed her breast and bent her head down to take Hannah’s pebbled nipple in her mouth, and all her anxious thoughts disappeared. As the night went on, Kate brought Hannah to highs she couldn’t have ever imagined over and over again. At some point, they both collapsed and fell into a sated sleep.
Hannah’s watch chimed at six a.m. She considered turning it off to continue being Kate’s little spoon. However, she’d never been able to fall back asleep once her eyes opened. Hannah turned to face Kate. She rubbed her arm and watched as Kate’s fern-green eyes opened.
“Heading out?” Kate asked.
Hannah swallowed. “Yep.” She managed to get out.
Hannah’s stomach dropped. A big part of her had hoped for an after-sex breakfast with Kate. And then maybe a shower together. Hannah had never showered with someone else, and Kate had blown her mind wide open last night. Now she realized how much she’d been missing, and she was eager to try it all.Maybe next time Kate would want her to stay for breakfast—if there was a next time, her brain qualified, attempting to tamp down her current bliss.
Hannah refused to let her logical brain kill her happy vibes. She’d spent the night with a goddess, and now it was time for this mere mortal to go home and get ready for work.
After a deep breath to rally her emotional troops, she kissed Kate quickly and got off the bed. “Now to find my clothes,” she said.
Kate chuckled and pulled the covers over her head. “Talk to you later,” was her muffled response.
That was enough to give Hannah hope. She felt light as she walked through the apartment, collecting her clothes. Hannah used the bathroom to freshen up, and then she quietly left Kate’s apartment.
As she drove home, she wished again that she had more bi or lesbian friends, but for now, Brandee would have to do because Hannah needed to tell someone about last night.
Chapter Eight
With just a few days left of spooky season, Kate double-checked last year’s Halloween cookie sales and smiled. Sales this year had already exceeded last year’s total Halloween bakery sales. Now all she needed to do was more than double her sales for the rest of the year, and she’d be within spitting distance of the twenty-five percent down she needed to buy the building.
She stood in front of her laptop, which was on the counter next to the baked goods case. The directory for the Marley Creek Business Association was pulled up, and she was scrolling to look for potential businesses that could perhaps rent the storefront next to hers. It was tricky because she preferred to keep the potential sale of the building to herself. It was probably ridiculous to think that if she told anyone about her plans, they’d try to steal the building out from under her. Then the image of Oreo being petted by Brittany’s boyfriend, Zack, flashed in her mind. She’d had people take from her before. This time, she was not going to let anyone get the building that housed her life.
Her scroll took her to the letter N and New Age Stones and Witch Crafts. Visions of Hannah’s sweet pink core filled her mind, and she brought her fingers to her nose, hoping somehow Hannah’s scent might still be there. Sadly, only the smell of hand sanitizer greeted her. If Hannah were here to see her, would she toss back her red curls and laugh? Longing made her chest ache, and she mentally brushed it away.
She wasn’t going to allow herself to long for Hannah. Lust after Hannah? Yes. Anything beyond that led to a relationship, and she could not handle falling for someone only to be rejected again. Especially if Hannah was bi. Kate had promised herself that after Brittany, she would never let herself be drawn into a relationship with another bisexual woman, no matter how lovely, sweet, and delicious she was. But it was like her body was rebelling against the fine logic she had crafted for herself over the last couple of years. She had thought age brought wisdom, but now she was ready to throw everything to the wind and text Hannah. Yes, she should text Hannah to see if she was interested in coming over again tonight.
She shook her head to stop thinking about Hannah and focused back on the list. She’d love to find someone to rent the space who would be complementary to her store. Nothing was popping out at her, so she went back to the homepage for the group and saw a new posting. The latest member of the group was a tall, dark-haired veterinarian. She was currently providing in-home vet care. Kate’s heart sped up. How perfect would it be to have a vet right next door? Everyone could stop at her store after their appointments and treat their pets to goodies or a new toy after they survived their examination. She speed-read her way through the article, looking for a phone number or email to contact Veronica Echols, veterinarian. After she found the information, she sent off an email, briefly introducing herselfand her shop, welcoming Dr. Echols to the business group, and asking if she was available for a one-on-one meeting.
Once that was done, Kate could get back to thinking about her night with Hannah and to going through her latest box of Christmas-themed squeaky toys, preparing them to be put out when the clock struck midnight on Halloween. Well, not exactly then, but before the doors opened on November first. Unable to rest her mind, she pulled out her calculator and a piece of paper. Even though she had all the numbers at her fingertips in her accounting and inventory software, she still wanted to break down the sales she’d need to make in order to raise enough money to buy the building. Moving the business off Main Street was a no-go. She knew it would crush her sales. Once she’d run through several scenarios and written so much that her hand ached, she stood up and paced the store. It had been a very slow afternoon, and she didn’t think she could afford many of those.
To distract herself from worries about the future, she pulled out her phone to text Hannah. Then she heard her door whoosh open. Cathy, a sixty-something, short, and curvaceous woman with a shoulder-length grey bob, walked up to the counter.
