Vivian moistened her lips, hands moving so slowly when they skimmed her own chest, nipples hardening under her glancing touch. When Bryn finally touched her, there would be nothing passing about it.
“You’re starting to hurt my feelings,” she teased, but Bryn could barely hear her.
Her brain could only process so much. She couldn’t stop staring at Vivian’s gorgeous form. Her perfect full breasts and her unexpectedly freckled skin and her thumbs hooking into her half-off jumpsuit.
“Now?” She tugged on her jumpsuit as if she’d known it would fall in a pool at her feet with effortless precision.
Bryn couldn’t swallow, but her mouth had gone so dry it didn’t matter. In her life, she’d never wanted to unabashedly stare at someone. To trace every curve with her eyes before she indulged with her hands and lips and tongue.
In nothing but a microscopic garment that was apparently her underwear, Vivian was spectacular. When she had control over her motor functions again, Bryn would ask whether Vivian woke up at dawn to do Pilates. Her clothing concealed more lean muscles and generous curves than Bryn could’ve imagined. She was inspiring and unfair and singular.
“Change your mind about all that self-control?” Vivian sauntered forward, leaving no doubt that she knew her power. That her presence was a blessing. Her attention a gift.
“No,” Bryn replied when she tore her attention from the reckless swerve of her hips and up to her fathomless dark eyes.
With her hair back and barely any clothes on, Vivian was like an unadulterated drug. Like pure oxygen. Too potent to consume, but Bryn was more than willing to sacrifice herself for the privilege of a single taste.
“Consent is important,” Bryn heard herself say with a borrowed voice. “If you want me to stop, all you have to?—”
“And if I want you to start?” Vivian moved like water when she propped one knee on the armrest, finger hooked under Bryn’s chin and jerking her attention back to her face. “What do I need to say then?”
Heart working so hard Bryn was sure she’d shaved months off her life, Bryn leaned forward. She kissed Vivian’s hipbone, her belly, her other hipbone. She wrapped her arms around Vivian’s thighs. Digging her fingers into Vivian’s flesh, she jerked her forward.
Vivian cursed, hands landing on the backrest to steady herself. No. Not to steady herself, to come closer. To straddle Bryn’s clothed hips in nothing but a flimsy thong.
Jesus.
“There’s no medal for being pious.” She rolled her hips and Bryn couldn’t help but grab them. From urging to grind against her harder, even if the friction was only enough to torment.
Tipping her head back, Bryn watched, helpless and needy, while Vivian moved like seduction made manifest.
Hands in Bryn’s hair, Vivian kissed her hard. Hard enough to bruise. To scar.
“If you’re going to fuck me, Bryn,” Vivian growled against her lips, “you better get to it.”
“Is that what you want?” Bryn kissed a line down her throat. “To be fucked, Vivian?” She hadn’t meant to slip into her Kelly Craves voice, but it’s what came out when she slid her hand up the back of Vivian’s thigh and slapped her ass with a satisfying smack.
Vivian’s surprised gasp was the heat spiking through Bryn’s body. Bryn raced down her chest, leaving open-mouthed kisses all over her chest before sucking her nipple hard.
Faltering, Vivian dropped into Bryn’s lap. Bryn didn’t let her stay there. When she smacked her ass again, she lifted her back to her knees.
“Didn’t you want me to fuck you?” Bryn kissed a searing line across Vivian’s chest and ran her tongue along her other stiff nipple.
Vivian was devastatingly responsive. She sighed her curse this time, pulling Bryn in as if begging her to do it harder.
With a grin, Bryn obliged. Hand slipping between them, she palmed Vivian’s inner thigh, earning a shiver and another curse. The raspy sound was going to haunt Bryn. Was going to chase her in her dreams and amplify her fantasies.
“You didn’t answer me.” Bryn massaged her inner thigh, moving upward in agonizingly slow increments.
“What?” Vivian’s question was an exasperated huff.
Bryn looked up at Vivian, lightly teasing her nipple between her teeth. When she had her attention, she grinned. “Tell me what you want, Vivian.”
“Touch me,” she panted, dropping her performative energy.
“Turn around,” Bryn whispered.
She complied so quickly Bryn didn’t have time to plan her next move. Vivian sat in her lap, back pressed to Bryn’s chest.
