Letting her head hang back, lips parted, Vivian indulged in Bryn’s skillful fingers. In feeling so completely present and alive and grateful. Heat churned low in her belly, rippling and growing with every roll of Bryn’s fingers.
Bryn leaned in, mouth hot against hers. Lips sliding down her neck, kissing and biting in turn. Fingers moving faster, teasing Vivian’s entrance and then back to her clit. Over and over until Vivian was on the brink of begging.
“And you’re mine,” Bryn groaned against the shell of her ear.
Vivian’s body roared with the truth of it. Legs shaking, she let go of Bryn’s waist and slipped her hand between Bryn’s thighs.
“I’m yours,” she agreed, voice hoarse and chest straining.
Bryn shifted to one side just enough to let Vivian in. Enough for her fingers to slide inside her without resistance. To be swallowed whole while Bryn bucked against her.
“Don’t stop,” Bryn begged as if she wasn’t the one in control. The one controlling the tempo while she rode Vivian’s fingers without losing focus. Bryn’s fingers racing over Vivian’s clit didn’t slow. Didn’t stammer.
Jesus.
Vivian was already so close, but she forced herself to keep her eyes open. To watch Bryn’s beautiful face break into ruinous perfection.
She’d seen so many versions of Bryn’s expressions now. Laughing across a table. Soft with concern. Bright with mischievous glee. Careful when she was worried about pushing Vivian too far too fast.
But this face. With her brow furrowed and her lips parted and her entire body in the free-fall of surrender… It dismantled Vivian in short, ragged breaths. It was a face she was making for her. Only for her, and it set Vivian ablaze.
Something enormous moved through Vivian’s chest. Not the heat between her thighs or the tension coiling at her center, relentless and demanding. This was something else. Something that didn’t live in her body but used her body to make itself known. It filled her so completely she couldn’t breathe around it, and she thought if she opened her mouth right now, whatever came out might change everything.
She held back. Body tense and core throbbing. Not yet.
Bryn tightened around her fingers. Held her breath. Opened her mouth but didn’t make a single sound.
Vivian let her eyes slip closed. Let Bryn’s fingers send her over the edge, just as Bryn stiffened and her grinding lost its precise rhythm.
Head pounding, Vivian eased out of Bryn and wrapped her arms around her. She pulled her down completely on top of her, hooking all of her limbs around her.
Vivian didn’t care that she was crying. Didn’t care that she looked like a starving animal. She was awake and ravenous and couldn’t loosen her hold on Bryn. Bryn, who was muttering the sweetest words and kissing the salt from her cheeks, her neck, her lips.
“Stay,” Vivian whispered, still crying.
“Always,” Bryn vowed and squeezed her tighter.
ChapterThirty-Seven
It might have been a dream.All of it could have easily been a long, strange dream. The kind where Vivian only recalled an out of context sliver when she woke. But Bryn asleep in her bed, the red of her hair against the white pillowcase ignited by the sun, was real.
The way her body ached from and for her touch was real. Her heart, already hammering at the sight of Bryn, was real. So real that she couldn’t stop herself from curling in behind Bryn again. From hooking her arm around her and pulling her in close, nose buried in her hair and lungs full of her perfume.
Bryn stirred and Vivian should’ve felt like a selfish asshole for waking her. But she was too eager to be with her again. To bask in her light and listen to her laugh.
Instead of complaining, Bryn snuggled backward into her. Burrowing her back into Vivian’s bare chest like she wanted to feel more of her too. Like she couldn’t get enough.
“What time is it?” Bryn asked, voice hoarse and heavy with sleep.
“Does it matter?” Vivian kissed the top of her shoulder.
Bryn’s chuckle was a little rumble in her throat. “I guess not on a Saturday.”
“It’s Sunday.” Vivian ghosted her lips over the curve of Bryn’s neck. The place where she smelled so deeply like herself, Vivian wished she could live there for the rest of her life.
“Even better.” Bryn slid her hand over Vivian’s. “My girlfriend is wildly regimented. She’d only lie naked in bed with me if there’s nothing on the schedule.”
Girlfrienddeclared confidently in the light of day and free from the haze of lust should have sounded terrifying. But when Vivian’s heart raced, it wasn’t a flight response. It was a grounding. It was roots breaking through stone to reach the fresh water concealed in the earth.
