She wouldn't do that obviously. But she let herself want it in her mind as she lost herself in the kiss for just a minute.
As they broke from the case, Olivia smiled at Emma. “You are so good at kissing,” she said. “I don't think I've ever enjoyed kissing as much as I've enjoyed it with you.”
Emma smiled lazily, blue eyes blazing in the sun. “I'll kiss you anytime city girl,” she said.
“And anywhere.” her voice was husky with desire and her blue eyes looked slowly down Olivia's body coming to rest between her legs.
The very thought of Emma kissing her all over her body, includingtherewas so hot Olivia thought she might explode there and then.
“I think I'll like that,” she said her voice is shaky with lust.
The sun was high now, a relentless blaze overhead, warming Olivia’s skin until she felt her senses sharpening, every inch of her body humming with anticipation. She was acutely aware of Emma so close to her.
She stole looked at Emma's body. Emma’s skin glistened lightly from the warmth, her shirt clinging slightly to the lean, strong lines of her body,. A drop of sweat traced a tantalizing path from Emma’s collarbone down to the delicate hollow at her throat, and Olivia found herself following it hungrily with her eyes.
Emma caught her staring, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “Enjoying the view, city girl?”
Olivia flushed deeply, but instead of looking away, she met Emma’s eyes directly, emboldened by a surge of adrenaline. “Maybe. Is that a problem?”
Emma’s eyes darkened, something dangerously inviting flickering within. She leaned in slowly, her voice dropping into a husky whisper. “Not even a little bit.”
The air between them thickened further, charged with mutual want. Emma’s fingertips traced the edge of Olivia’s hand, drawing invisible patterns that sent heat spiraling through her entire body. Olivia’s pulse quickened sharply, every nerve ending alight and craving more.
“You know,” Emma murmured, voice low, deliciously rough around the edges, “you’re making it damn hard to focus on these herbs.”
Olivia’s breath came quicker, her heart pounding with a fierce, newfound boldness. “Maybe herbs aren’t what you should be focused on right now.”
Emma’s lips curved slowly into a sultry smile, the kind that promised trouble and made Olivia’s stomach tighten in anticipation. She stepped in without a hitch of doubt this time and pressed her mouth firmly to Olivia’s. The first contact was heat and pressure—no testing, no question, just the sure slide of Emma’s lower lip catching on Olivia’s, the deliberate tilt of her head that deepened the angle until Olivia felt the kiss in her chest.
It wasn’t cautious or hesitant. It was demanding in a way that was somehow both intoxicating and careful, a steady claim rather than a rush. Olivia gasped softly into her, surprised by the certainty, her lips parting on instinct to let Emma in. Olivia leaned and arched, her whole body moving as if drawn forward by the mouth on hers.
Emma’s hands found her waist and settled there with intent, fingers spread, thumbs pressing into the soft hollows above Olivia’s hips. The grip was firm and possessive, not bruising; it told Olivia exactly where to be and held her there. Heat climbed in a low, sure line under Olivia’s skin. She shivered with recognition of how easily Emma took control, of how much she wanted to let her. Olivia’s hands slid up the warm plane of Emma’s back and into her hair, tangling and anchoring. She pulled her closer, greedy for more—more pressure, more tongue, more of the slow, devastating way Emma’s mouth moved over hers.
They kissed until Olivia’s heartbeat beat a path against her ribs. Emma broke the seal first. She chased the line of Olivia’s jaw with her mouth, leaving kisses that were half-breath, half-claim, then grazed the fine skin below her ear with a careful drag of teeth that made Olivia’s knees loosen. Emma’s hand slid to the small of her back and drew her flush—chest to chest, hip to hip, so there was no question where the next breath would land.
Olivia’s eyes closed on a sound that wasn’t quite a moan but not quite a word. “Emma,” she whispered, breathless, startled by the urgency in her own voice and how right it felt.
Emma hummed against her throat, the vibration moving straight through Olivia’s body. She tilted Olivia’s head with a thumb beneath her chin and kissed a new line along the column of her neck: open mouth, warm tongue, a softer kiss after every place she let her teeth speak first. She kiss and kiss, and then exhaled there, slowly to feel the shiver she caused. Olivia’s hands tightened in her hair; Emma rewarded the grip with a low sound and a firmer hold at her waist.
“Keep your eyes on me,” Emma murmured, lifting her head just enough to look at her. Olivia obeyed, lids heavy and pupils blown, the line of her mouth already swollen from the kiss. Emma smiled—small, satisfied—and let one hand travel fromher waist to ribs, counting the rise and fall under her palm, to the edge of Olivia’s breast, where her thumb brushed lightly and then circled once before moving lower again.
Emma’s fingers dipped to the hem of Olivia’s top, slipping beneath to find heat. She traced the line of her lower stomach, a teasing pass that never quite satisfied, and Olivia’s hips answered helplessly, a stuttering offer that made Emma’s grip tighten in permission.
Emma’s lips found Olivia’s mouth again, slower now, deeper, pulling a soft, helpless sound from her as their tongues met and retreated, coaxing a rhythm rather than taking it. When she broke away the second time, it was only to speak.
“Tell me what you want, Olivia,” Emma whispered against heated skin. “Tell me exactly what you need.”
Olivia’s breathing became ragged, her skin flushed with desire, her entire body trembling with a yearning she’d never allowed herself before. “You. I need… I need you to touch me. Everywhere. Just..” Olivia hesitated before continuing, “I worry about sex, about not being good enough. I worry you won't enjoy it. I worry I won't be able to let go in to enjoy it myself even though I want you so very much.”
Emma's touch turned tender, and she held Olivia close. “Hey, you don't need to worry about that, I promise you. I know I will enjoy having sex with you. But there's never any pressure on you. I promise you that. I'll look after you. I’ve got you.”
Olivia felt her body relax into Emma's arms, “What if I can't relax enough to come?” Olivia asked.
“It isn't your orgasm I'm chasing, I just want to give you pleasure and I just want you to receive something that feels good with no focus on outcome. Do you think that would be OK?” Emma's voice was husky and sexy and Olivia still felt a burning desire and a wetness between her legs.
Olivia looked around. They were still all alone. The rest of the group had gone out on an excursion.
Olivia nodded, it felt OK to try. It also felt like she might die if Emma didn't touch her.
