“I’m a magician, am I?” Sawyer slid to her side and propped her head up with an elbow, then traced light paths across Jenna’s stomach, and there came the goose bumps again.
“Hundred percent. Utter magic.” She took a big inhale and let it out slowly, finally feeling calmer—though the fingertips on her stomach were keeping things tingling. She looked into Sawyer’s deep blue eyes, and their gazes held as Sawyer continued to move her fingers and Jenna’s body began to ratchet things up again before it had even really calmed down. “What are you doing?” Jenna whispered.
Sawyer leaned closer so their lips almost grazed. “Touching you,” she whispered back.
Jenna reached over and stroked a hand over Sawyer’s breast. “But I want to touch you.”
“You will,” Sawyer said, shifting herself so she could moveJenna’s hand, and the next thing she knew, Sawyer had both her hands and moved them above Jenna’s head. She held them there with her left hand as she settled back down next to Jenna’s body and returned to stroking her fingertips along the sensitive skin of Jenna’s stomach. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
Oh, God, were there ever any sexier words uttered? Jenna didn’t think so. She squirmed under Sawyer’s hands, just a little, but being held by her—no, beingrestrainedby her—was a far more delicious form of sexual torture than she expected, and she couldn’t remember ever being so wet. When Sawyer trailed her fingers up to circle Jenna’s nipples—first one, then the other, back and forth endlessly until she finally drifted a finger across one—Jenna gasped, arched her back, and let loose a cry that surprised her. Sawyer spent some time on her nipples, keeping them hardened and ultrasensitive, until Jenna was writhing. She swallowed hard and turned to meet Sawyer’s gaze, her breathing ragged, her body squirming all on its own, her wrists still pinned above her head. She’d never, ever in her life been this turned on, and Sawyer seemed to know it. She moved her hand up to Jenna’s face, ran her thumb over Jenna’s lips. Jenna felt Sawyer’s leg slide over her thigh and then back, pulling her leg toward her, forcing her open, and she trailed her hand back down, over each nipple, across her stomach, and those feather-light touches began again, but this time, along her inner thighs.
“I need…” she began and barely recognized her own voice. The throbbing between her legs felt like a drumbeat at this point, and she twisted her wrists in Sawyer’s grasp.
“Not yet,” Sawyer said, holding firm as she gave her the sexiest grin Jenna had ever seen. She trailed her fingers so close to where Jenna wanted them—needed them—and then backed away. Over and over again, she circled Jenna’s dripping center, then backed away, teasing her until Jenna was literally squirming beneath her, making sounds she barely recognized as coming from her own mouth. She couldn’t think straight, could no longer pinpoint where exactly Sawyer was touching her because it felt likeeverywhere. Every part of her felt like it was about to explode…
And then Sawyer swiped a finger across her swollen center, and she did. The cry ripped from her throat was a completely foreign sound, but Jenna didn’t care. The only thing she could focus on was theunbridled pleasure rocketing through her body, causing her muscles to spasm and arch her up off the bed. She felt Sawyer slip inside her just as she didn’t think any of it could feel any better, but she was wrong, and another cry burst from her mouth. Sawyer let her wrists go, and she grabbed Sawyer with both hands and pulled her close, something to keep her tethered to the earth because she was certain she’d just float away into oblivion otherwise.
Time seemed to stop existing, at least for a bit, and Jenna was unaware of anything until she finally seemed to come into focus again, come back into her body. Her hips were back down on the bed, and her breathing, while still a bit ragged, had calmed. Her fingers still gripped Sawyer’s shoulders tightly, and she had to consciously loosen them before she finally opened her eyes. Sawyer slowly slipped out of her, and Jenna’s legs spasmed at the loss.
Sawyer was smiling down at her. “Hi,” she said and kissed Jenna’s mouth softly.
“Hi,” Jenna tried the word, but it came out like a croak. She grinned, cleared her throat, and tried again. “Hi, you.”
“That was pretty incredible to watch.”
“Well, it was pretty incredible to feel, so I think I win.” She ran a fingertip down Sawyer’s cheek, followed her jawline, skittered across her lips. With wide eyes, she slowly shook her head, still feeling a gentle throbbing between her legs.
Sawyer settled down onto the bed and shifted them so Jenna was on her side, curled up against her. Sawyer’s arm wrapped around her and pulled her closer, and she pressed a kiss to Jenna’s forehead.
Jenna hummed her approval as she let her eyes drift closed, feeling so perfectly comfortable—warm, safe, protected. She draped her arm across Sawyer’s torso and squeezed her tight. “Just give me a second to recover,” she whispered.
Sleep claimed her.
Chapter Sixteen
When Sawyer opened her eyes, it took her a moment to remember where she was. She was on her side, and the sage green of the wall she faced was unfamiliar, as was the soft duvet covering her nakedness, as was the warm body wrapped around her from behind like a vine of ivy.
That’s when she remembered.
Jenna.
They were spooning, and even though Jenna was the smaller of the two of them, she was playing big spoon, her entire front pressed to Sawyer’s back. Sawyer could feel every inch of her—Jenna’s breasts against her shoulder blades, Jenna’s knees tucked up under hers, Jenna’s warm center pressed to her ass. Jenna was breathing softly and evenly, her nose near Sawyer’s shoulder, and her arm was wrapped around Sawyer’s torso, her hand loose and relaxed even as it skimmed Sawyer’s breast.
Sawyer never wanted to move again. Ever. She could just stay here, right? Just like this? For always? Was that asking too much?
Behind her, Jenna stirred, did that big intake of breath a person does when they’re just waking up, and Sawyer could feel her muscles tense as she tightened and released them, a subtle stretch. Sawyer grasped the hand near her breast and gave it a squeeze, then pressed it to her lips.
“Morning,” Jenna said quietly near her ear. “You’re still here.”
“I am.”
“No sticky note.” She could feel Jenna grin against her hair.
“No sticky note.”
Jenna took in a deep, full breath, then let it out slowly and pulled herself up against Sawyer more tightly. “Can we just stay like this all day?”
“I was thinking the same thing.”
