“Here?” I pressed my lips to her belly again and she bucked.
“Yes!”
I smiled, leaning down to see if I could make her laugh like that again. But she cupped the back of my neck and pulled my face to hers for a distracting kiss. With minds of their own, our hands explored until a new fever set in.
The waistband of her pajama shorts gave me easy access to her glorious body. I could feel the muscles in her stomach tighten, but her lips on mine didn’t slow. I slipped my hand under the thin fabric and let my fingers inch down her smooth skin to the patch of hair at the apex of her thighs. Her breath caught in her throat as the pads of two fingers brushed over her clit. All of my senses were reeling between wanting to take things slow and needing to tear our clothes off so I could devour her with only the fireflies and bats as witnesses.
A needy moan escaped her, and it was all the confirmation I needed. My fingertips circled her clit slowly, earning me another delicious sound of desperation. I dipped two fingers into her warm, wet pussy, working in and out while my thumb put pressure on her clit.
“Oh fuck.” Her words echoed into my mouth as her body shuddered. “Sabine.”
I matched my strokes with the rhythm of her breaths until she was writhing. I braced my hand on the bottom of the boat so I could hover over her. I wanted to watch her come apart for me, wanted to see what my touch was doing to her. My own core clenched and fluttered as her mouth formed an O, her breath catching in her throat. She was so close to climax, and I swore I could have gone over the edge with her just from the sounds she was making for me. Heady arousal filled me, my heart hammering in my throat.
“I love the way I make you moan,” I whispered, and her eyes met mine. “The way I make you come.” It was half croon, half demand, as I knew she was so close.
“I’m—” Her focus to stay glued to me, but her orgasm overtook her and her lids drooped. “I?—”
Her pussy clenched around my fingers, the muscles constricting then relaxing until her whole body melted in ecstasy. Slowly, I pulled out of her, bringing my soaked fingersto my tongue and sucking her tangy release from them. She watched hungrily as I licked them clean, and then she pulled me down to taste herself in our kiss.
When she leaned back, her eyes were still swimming in a post-climax haze. “Wow. Do they teach sex magic in year two or . . . ?”
An explosion of laughter burst between us. I lay down next to her, and the boat rocked as she settled into my side.
“That was a private lesson,” I said, kissing her temple. “One of many. I hope.”
“I very much hope so too.” She sighed and wrapped her arm around my middle.
“We should head back before anyone realizes we’re gone,” I grumbled, noting the moon’s position above the tree canopy. It was close to two a.m. at least, and even though I wished we could spend the rest of the night together, Gwen yawned then shivered against me.
“Just a little longer?” Her words were low and thick.
Unable to contain my grin, I nodded. “A few more minutes.”
Those minutes turned into hours, and I couldn’t bring myself to return, not when my heart was cracking open. Not when my world was tilting. Not when I was falling in love.
22
Gwen
I’d been smacked by Cupid’s arrow a few times, but this . . . this felt like an entire freight train.
I watched Sabine from across the mess hall while she chatted and ate lunch with her cabin, and I swore she was licking her spoon just to turn me on.
Was there anything on the menu that even required a spoon today?
Everything she did reminded me of last night and all the ways we’d unspooled each other. My skin still felt the echoes of her touch.
It was an awakening like I’d never known.
The world was hazy, and Sabine was my only point of focus, a spotlight that appeared from the rafters and lit her up in glittering white light.
I knew the word for that feeling, even if I was too afraid to name it.
I needed to take back everything I’d ever said to my lovesick friends. I’d always thought they were being childish and ridiculous. Nobodyreallycared about romance that much, right? But this feeling carving out my insides right now was my punishment for ever thinking such things. I felt the rush of hormones, my senses altered, my body overcome. Last night in the canoe had been . . . like a cataclysmic shift in who I was. Sabine had told me I could be all the things and now I wanted to be all the things—and more importantlydoall the things—with her.
I groaned, throwing my croque monsieur back down on my tray.
“Not hungry?” Faith asked, already helping herself to my abandoned sandwich.
