Warm.
Relaxed.
Safe.
Those were the three things Jenna felt as she blinked her eyes open. It was still dark, and across the room on her dresser, the big red numbers on her digital clock told her it was nearly two in the morning.
Memories from a few hours ago began to seep into her mind as she mentally took stock of her position. On her side, head cushioned on Sawyer’s chest, Sawyer’s arm wrapped around her shoulders. Her own arm was draped across Sawyer’s middle, and her leg was thrown over Sawyer’s thigh. They were like vines that had grown around each other in slumber and were now almost one entity, the exact same position they’d fallen asleep in on the couch a few weeks ago.
Flashes of their lovemaking hit her hard as she lay there, moving her fingertips ever so slightly across the soft skin of Sawyer’s abdomen. The deep kissing, the way they moved together, that moment when Sawyer had her pinned to the bed and simply…lookedat her. God, Jenna had felt that gaze deep in her soul. It had shaken her then and it did now, even just as a memory.
Shit. She was in trouble with this woman. She could already tell.
Normally, that would scare the bejesus out of her. But instead, it simply made her smile. She moved her hand up just a bit to Sawyer’s modest breast and kept her fingers feather-light as she circled a nipple, then touched it, moved back and forth over it until it grew and hardened and Sawyer’s breathing changed very subtly. Jenna waited, but she stayed sleeping.
Jenna played a little more, fully awake now and throbbing yet again, and in a split second, she decided she couldn’t wait any longer. She pushed herself up and off Sawyer’s chest and took that hardenednipple into her mouth, sucked. Sawyer’s intake of breath was not subtle this time, nor was the groan that escaped her lips.
Jenna didn’t wait. She trailed her tongue down Sawyer’s stomach to the apex of her thighs, pushed her legs apart, and dove in. Sawyer was still wet from earlier, warm and slick and salty, and when Jenna pushed into her, she was rewarded with sudden hands in her hair and a whimper that said she’d found exactly the right approach. She slowed down, stroking the sides, licking around the one place she knew Sawyer wanted her most, teasing her and drawing out the anticipation. Sawyer moved her hips, trying to follow Jenna’s mouth, trying to help, and Jenna smiled against her skin. She felt Sawyer’s fingers tighten in her hair, an attempt to direct her head, and Jenna finally gave in. With one long, slow stroke of her tongue, she sent Sawyer over the cliff. Her hips rose up off the bed, and her groan was louder this time as she pulled a pillow over her face and muffled the sound. Jenna stayed with her and rode it out until Sawyer’s body began to relax, settle back down on the mattress.
They lay there in silence, the only sound that of Sawyer’s ragged breathing returning to normal. Her hand was still in Jenna’s hair, and she gave it a little tug, requesting she come up. Jenna obliged and returned to her spot cradled against Sawyer’s side.
Sawyer attempted to speak and had to clear her throat first. “Good God, woman,” she croaked, and it made Jenna laugh against her skin. “Out of a dead sleep?”
“I couldn’t wait,” Jenna whispered. “Should I apologize?”
“Don’t you dare.” Sawyer’s arm tightened around her, and a kiss was pressed to her forehead. “Don’t you dare.”
Jenna pulled the blankets back up and over their bodies and smiled as she heard Arnold’s soft snores coming from his dog bed. He usually slept on the bed with her, but their frenetic movement for the past few hours had sent him elsewhere to sleep.
Sawyer’s breathing had become deep and even again, and she marveled at how quickly the woman dozed off, feeling slightly jealous about it but also happy to have a moment to simplyfeel. To absorb her current state: warm, safe, happily sore, cradled in the arms of a beautiful woman, her dog snoring softly from the corner, one cat curled up at the foot of the bed, the other on her pillow. It was incredibly comfortable and achingly domestic, and she refused to let herself panicover either of those things. Instead, she sent up a quick prayer of thanks and closed her eyes. Behind her eyelids, everything that had happened that night replayed for her in an endless loop, from the making out in the living room to the climb up the stairs to the loss of clothing to the orgasms.Yes, plural, she thought, and smiled against Sawyer’s skin. It was such a cliché to think about how well Sawyer seemed to know her body, just how to touch her and where, but it was true, as if she had inside information on how best to make Jenna become the proverbial putty in her hands.
She took in a deep, full breath and let it out, her entire body finally relaxing. She needed rest if she intended to function tomorrow, so she burrowed in a little closer and willed her mind to quiet and sleep to take her.
Chapter Thirteen
“How are you feeling?” Sawyer asked her sister as she set the pizza box down on the counter of Courtney’s kitchen, along with the container of chicken wings.
“Like a fucking beached whale who’s not allowed to sleep. Like, ever.” Courtney’s house was open concept, so Sawyer could see her from the kitchen even as she sat on the couch with her feet up and a pillow shoved behind the small of her back.
“I’m sorry. You want pizza?”
“Is the Pope Catholic? Of course I want fucking pizza.”
“I see Mom was right when she said your discomfort has done wonders for your language,” Sawyer said with a soft laugh.
“Fuck you.” Courtney held up her middle finger.
Sawyer laughed louder as she slid two slices onto a plate, added some wings, poured a glass of water, and delivered them to her sister. “I’m having wine, just so you know,” she said.
“And fuck you again.”
“You’re lovely when you’re pregnant. I can’t wait for you to have a dozen more kids.”
“When hell freezes over.” Courtney took a bite of her pizza as Sawyer sat down next to her and handed her a napkin.
“Good?”
Courtney hummed as she chewed. “Heavenly. I am a bottomless pit. If I could eat twenty-four hours a day, I abso-fucking-lutely would.”
