“It’s my day off,” Jenna said. “But I know you have to work.”
And in that moment, Sawyer decided she wasn’t going anywhere. Their phones sat side by side on the nightstand, and she reached out to grab hers. It took her less than two minutes to send a text to her boss. She set the phone back down and turned around so she could see Jenna’s sleepy gaze.
“There. Now it’s my day off, too.” The way Jenna’s face lit up, like the proverbial child on Christmas morning, did things to Sawyer’s heart. Warm, happy things. She arched an eyebrow as she asked, “What should we do now?”
Jenna’s smile was mischievous and sexy. “Oh, I have a few ideas…”
The next time Sawyer opened her eyes, she was alone in the bed. Jenna’s bed. The sun was just coming up, a sliver of it sneaking in past the blinds. She was warm and sated, and when she stretched, there was a pleasant soreness along her inner thighs. Her brain tossed her a memory of Jenna holding her legs apart so she could taste every bit of her center, so she had full access and could slide her fingers in and out, keeping Sawyer at her mercy, and Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, Sawyer’d had an orgasm that had rocked her fucking world.
She lay there, grinning like a fool with her arm thrown over her eyes, and let herself remember.
After a few moments—and when the delicious scent of coffee wafted up from the first floor—she decided she didn’t want to lie there alone any longer. Searching through random piles of clothing on the floor, she found her joggers from last night. She stepped into her pants and looked all over but couldn’t find her sweatshirt. She saw Jenna’s lying there, and with a grin, she picked it up. It still smelled like her, and Sawyer took a big breath while it was over her head, taking in that intoxicating scent of night jasmine and Jenna.
A quick stop in the bathroom later, she headed downstairs.
In the doorway of the kitchen, she stopped, leaned against the doorjamb, and just watched, her heart filling with something she wasn’t quite ready to deal with.
Jenna—wearing Sawyer’s sweatshirt—was cooking, humming quietly as she did. Bacon sizzled in a frying pan, and she reached for the toaster to push the lever down. She glanced at the back door where Arnold could be seen wandering the yard, and Sawyer watched as she picked up a mug and sipped, a tender smile on her face.
“Penny for your thoughts,” Sawyer said quietly, not wanting to startle her but not wanting to be away from her for one more second.
“Trust me, they’re worth way more than that.” Jenna’s smile was radiant and she sipped. “You look great in my shirt.”
“I was gonna say the same thing.” She couldn’t wait any more, couldn’t stand there not touching Jenna. She crossed the few steps into the kitchen and kissed her softly on the mouth. “Good morning.”
“Good morning to you,” Jenna said, then indicated the counter with a tip of her head. “Coffee?”
“I got it.” Jenna flipped the bacon while Sawyer poured herself a cup of coffee. She added sugar and cream, took a sip, and hummed her approval. Meeting Jenna’s gaze, she said, “We have the day off together.”
“Yes, we do.”
“I wonder how we should spend it.” She sipped again, watching Jenna over the rim.
“Once again, I have some ideas.” Jenna sipped her own coffee, also watching over the rim, and their gazes held for a delicious moment.
Two hours later, they were naked and breathless on the couch, Sawyer on her back, Jenna draped over her body like a blanket. “Jesus Christ, woman,” Sawyer said as she tried to catch her breath. “Are you trying to kill me?”
Jenna laughed and Sawyer could feel the vibration through her own bones. “Nope, just testing your stamina.”
“Yeah? How’d I do?”
“Not bad, but I think you could do better…” And then she slid back down Sawyer’s body, her head between Sawyer’s legs, and all coherent thought flew out the window. Again.
Sawyer had been in a relationship where she couldn’t keep herhands off the other woman, but she’d honestly never been in one where that went both ways. She and Jenna spent that entire Monday switching back and forth between who was in control and who wasn’t, who was on top and who was on the bottom, and it was utter bliss. Besides that, it wasfun. That was new, too.
Back in the living room later, this time on the rug in front of the fireplace, they lay cuddled up with each other in the quiet, breathing evening out. Sawyer pressed a kiss to Jenna’s forehead and whispered, “It’s never been like this for me.”
Jenna lifted her head and shifted so she was propped on Sawyer’s chest, looking down at her. “Like what?”
“Like this. Fun. Playful. No pressure.”
Jenna tipped her head. “Sex is pressure to you?”
Sawyer sighed. “I mean, it has been in the past.”
“With Amanda?”
A grimace parked itself on Sawyer’s face. “Yeah, I don’t want to talk about my ex when I’m here with you. I just wanted to tell you how amazing it is to be with you like this.”
