They kissed and Sarah forgot about going slow. Forgot about being careful. Lizzie tasted like rain and want and three weeks of tension breaking. Sarah backed her toward the bedroom, hands sliding down to find the button on Lizzie’s shorts.
“These too.”
“Impatient.”
“You have no idea.”
Sarah got the button undone, pushed the shorts past Lizzie’s hips. Lizzie kicked them off somewhere in the hallway. Sarah’s own slacks were soaked through and uncomfortable. Lizzie helped her out of them, laughing when they got stuck on Sarah’s ankles.
By the time they reached the bedroom they were down to underwear and desperation.
Sarah’s bed was unmade from hitting snooze too many times that morning. White sheets tangled, pillows askew. She didn’t care. They fell onto it together.
Lizzie lay back against the pillows, hair wild and damp around her face. Sarah braced herself above her and just looked. This woman. This beautiful, infuriating, perfect woman who’d walked into her life and turned everything upside down.
“What?”
“You’re beautiful.”
Lizzie’s face flushed. “You’re just saying that.”
“I’m not.” Sarah kissed her softly. “I’ve wanted this since I first saw you in the lobby.”
“Really?”
“You walked in wearing those ridiculous tight shorts and I thought I was going to have a very difficult six weeks.”
Lizzie grinned. “And here we are.”
“Here we are.”
Sarah kissed her again, deeper this time. Lizzie’s hands were in her hair, pulling her closer. Their bodies pressed together and they both gasped at the contact. Skin on skin. Heat and softness and need.
Sarah unhooked Lizzie’s bra and slid it off. For a moment she just looked. Then she lowered her mouth to Lizzie’s breast and Lizzie gasped.
“Sarah…Sarah.”
Sarah used her tongue, circling slowly, then faster when Lizzie arched up into her. She paid attention to every reaction. The way Lizzie’s breathing changed. The sounds she made. The way her hands gripped Sarah’s shoulders.
She moved to the other breast and Lizzie was already squirming beneath her.
“Sarah, please.”
“Please what?”
“Touch me. I need you to touch me.”
Sarah kissed lower. Down Lizzie’s ribs, across her stomach. Her skin was warm and responsive. Every kiss made Lizzie’s breath catch.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You. Just you.”
Sarah hooked her fingers in Lizzie’s underwear and pulled them off slowly. Lizzie lifted her hips to help. She was completely bare now and Sarah had never seen anything more beautiful.
She kissed the inside of Lizzie’s knee. Moved higher up her thigh. Lizzie’s breathing was already uneven.
She kissed higher and Lizzie’s moan sent a jolt through her. Sarah settled between her thighs and Lizzie’s hands found her hair.
