And then Vivian turned, exposing the back of her neck and the curve of her spine and it was all Bryn could do not to drop to her knees. She lunged forward instead.
Lips pressed to the back of Vivian’s partially exposed shoulder, Bryn wrapped her arms around her waist. Hands splayed over her flat belly, she held her close, lips hovering over her searing skin.
“Are you going to undress me or not?” Vivian’s question was more of a pant, triggering a new and relentless ache between Bryn’s thighs.
It wasn’t Vivian’s words but the way she’d spoken them. The way she infused them with the same impatient need that Bryn didn’t have to continue suppressing.
Bryn wouldn’t be the one to keep Vivian waiting. She found the zipper hidden in the jumpsuit’s fine fabric. With a tug, she pulled it down. Each new sliver of skin she revealed was met with a kiss. Each kiss triggered an increasingly uneven sigh from Vivian.
She was only at the clasp of Vivian’s strapless bra when Vivian reached back. When she grabbed Bryn’s thigh and pulled her in like she couldn’t stand to lose the sensation of Bryn’s body against hers.
“Zipper too complicated?” Vivian teased, but there was no hint of a barb in her tone.
Bryn smiled against the column of her spine. “Some things are worth savoring,” she muttered before running the tip of her tongue lightly against her skin and making Vivian shudder.
“Fuck,” Vivian gasped when Bryn nipped her shoulder blade.
Yanking the zipper down the rest of the way, Bryn leaned back to look at her. Vivian’s exposed back was perfection. Smooth skin and scattered freckles and surprisingly visible muscles.
“Can I take this off?” Bryn asked before she unfastened her bra.
With a throaty chuckle, Vivian looked over her shoulder at Bryn. “What are we doing here if not taking off our clothes, Bryn?”
“Is that a yes?” Bryn rested both hands on Vivian’s hips, waiting for a real answer.
“Obviously.” She covered one of Bryn’s hands with her own. “It’s not like we’re going to stop now.”
Bryn spun her around, making sure Vivian was looking her dead in the eye when she said, “Vivian, we can stop any time you want. For any reason. For no reason.”
Vivian furrowed her brow. “Any time?”
She made a fist in Bryn’s hair and pulled her head back, a riot of electric need erupting in her body. She nipped Bryn’s bottom lip before kissing her so fully Bryn wasn’t sure she’d actually ever kissed before then. Not like this. Not so hard that it felt like fingers slipping inside her.
Throwing her arms around Vivian’s neck, Bryn moaned. No one had ever kissed Bryn like they needed her lungs to breathe. Her lips to speak. Her touch to live.
Open palms sliding down Bryn’s back, Vivian moaned when she grabbed Bryn’s ass with both hands. She gripped her so hard, she nearly lifted her off her feet.
Bryn wanted Vivian to do it. To pick her up and fuck her hard against every surface in her ridiculous suite.
“What if I wanted to stop right now?” Vivian pulled away just as suddenly as she’d grabbed her and took a step back.
Lightheaded, Bryn nearly stumbled back into the armchair in the seating area. “Then we’d stop,” she said because the answer should be obvious.
Reading her mind, Vivian stepped in again. She shoved Bryn back into the chair with the lightest touch on her shoulder. Seated before she processed the move, Bryn stared up at Vivian.
Vivian who was only more beautiful with her collar slanted to one side exposing her clavicle. Vivian with her swollen lips and devouring expression, trained on Bryn.
Vivian, Vivian, Vivian.
She was everything. The electrons that slammed together to create matter. And whatever the hell the collective noun for galaxies was. Infinitesimal and vast all at once.
“And if I wanted to stop now?” She slipped one arm out of her jumpsuit and then the other. It fell, exposing her trembling abdomen and rapid breathing. “You’d stop?”
Bryn nodded because if she opened her mouth, she might not close it again. She might just stare, slack-jawed, while Vivian reached back. While she unhooked her bra, eyes trained on Bryn like a dare.
“Now?” Vivian unhooked her bra.
“Yes,” Bryn rasped, gripping her own thighs so hard she was cutting off circulation. Who needed blood flow when it was all rushing to her pounding core?
