I just grinned at her, ridiculously pleased by her praise and also ridiculously aroused from getting her off. I could feel my own wetness slicking my thighs, and the ache in my core burned relentlessly beneath Phoebe’s heated gaze.
The next thing I knew, she’d flipped us. My back met the soft fabric of the quilt as she pressed her lithe body over me like a warm blanket. I closed my eyes, surrendering to her touch, desperate for it. She took her time at first, touching and kissing every inch of my chest until I was ready to beg for more.
When she sucked my nipple into the delicious heat of her mouth, my hips bucked off the bed and an embarrassingly loud moan escaped my lips. The thing was, I didn’t even care. Right now, I was putty beneath Phoebe’s talented fingers, andoh, her fingers were talented. After stroking her way down my belly, she slid her hand between my thighs. Her fingers moved deftly, exploring my body, and within minutes, she had me spiraling toward the point of no return.
She plunged two fingers inside me, curling them forward as her thumb caressed my clit, and I was flying. Release radiated out from my core and sizzled through my blood, leaving me boneless and breathless beneath her, sparks still pinging through my body.
“Wow,” I whispered when I could form words.
Phoebe grinned down at me, those chestnut curls hanging around her face in disarray, the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. “Wow doesn’t even begin to cover it.”
21
Phoebe
“Will you stay?” I whispered into the depths of Taylor’s hair. I had no idea what time it was, except that it was late. After several rounds of sweaty sex, we were tangled up together in my bed, exhausted in the very best way.
“I wish I could,” she murmured, trailing a hand up and down my spine. “But I need to get home to my dogs. They’ve been alone since about six.”
“I wish yours got along with mine so you could just bring them with you next time.”
“Next time?” Her eyes burned into mine in the moonlit bedroom.
“I hope there’s a next time,” I said. “Don’t you?”
“Yeah,” she admitted. “And it’s not that they wouldn’t get along. Violet’s good with other dogs. She just might get protective of her puppies, and I don’t want to stress her out while they’re small. Once they’re older, she’d probably be fine with Minnie coming over.”
“Just Minnie?” I asked.
“Well, Blue’s shy, but also hopefully he’ll be adopted soon.”
“Right.” I wasn’t as familiar with fostering as she was. The whole process seemed confusing and a little bit upsetting to me. The idea of giving up a dog after you’d helped them overcome whatever trauma had led them to the shelter seemed emotionally difficult, and Taylor did it over and over. “Can you stay a little while longer?”
“Yeah.” Her arms tightened around me. “I’d like that.”
“Want to raid my fridge?” I asked. “Because I seem to have worked up an appetite.”
She giggled, and the sound energized me, like someone had just put my battery on the charger. “Let’s do it.”
We disentangled ourselves and climbed out of bed. I gave her one of my T-shirts to wear, and she went into the guest bath across the hall to freshen up while I ducked into the master bath, pausing to check on Violet, who was fast asleep with her puppies.
Taylor and I met up in the kitchen, where we poured fresh glasses of water and went through my fridge, looking for a midnight snack. I pulled out a bag of carrot sticks and a bottle of dip while Taylor reached for a jar of pickles. We munched on veggies and chased them with a handful of Oreos, because why not?
Then we snuggled under my grandma’s quilt in the master bed, watching Violet and the puppies. My legs were entwined with hers, and I wondered how something could feel so comfortable, so familiar, when we’d only been together,reallytogether, for a few hours.
“Remember when we were little and we’d go wading in the stream out back?” she asked, one hand playing idly with my hair. She twirled one of my curls around her finger, watching as it sprang free in a tight ringlet.
“You told me there were crayfish in the water, and I was terrified the whole time that one was going to bite my toes.”
She laughed. “Yep. You bumped your foot on a rock and shrieked like you were being attacked by a bear. Margery came running out of the house expecting something awful.”
“Totally your fault,” I told her. “You made me paranoid.”
“We had a lot of fun during our summer vacations together.”
“We sure did.” I pinched her ass beneath the blankets. “I never saw it leading here.”
“Neither did I,” she said. “Or at least, certainly not back when we were splashing in the stream together.”
