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Hannah shifted so that one of her thighs was between Lottie’s legs. “Is that a complaint?”

“Absolutely not,” said Lottie.

Hannah beamed. In this moment, she didn’t care about anything or anyone else. She only thought about Lottie and how she felt.

Chapter Thirty-Four

HANNAH

Hannah’s hair fell down about Lottie’s face and Lottie closed her eyes and breathed in, as though taking in Hannah’s scent.

“I need us to remove the rest of these clothes before I lose my mind,” said Lottie in an urgent whisper. “But only if that’s OK with you.”

Hannah raised an eyebrow. “Oh yes, I’m on board with that.”

Moments later they were lying in bed together, arms entwined, a moment of stillness.

“If it helps,” said Hannah, “I never thought this would happen when I clapped eyes on you when I arrived, either.”

“You pretended you didn’t recognise me,” needled Lottie.

“I’ll never live that down, will I?” said Hannah, her voice catching as Lottie ducked her head to kiss down her neck towards her breasts.

“You don’t need to,” came a muffled voice from Lottie.

“God,” gasped Hannah, her whole body reacting to Lottie’s tongue on her nipple.

Hannah was rapidly losing any semblance of composure, and she really didn’t care. She turned herself over to Lottie, and the other woman took her time, kissing and stroking Hannah’s chest, her breasts, her stomach. Hannah lay back, giving Lottie the control she didn’t usually yield lightly.

“Your skin is gorgeous,” said Lottie, “so creamy, and it smells so good.”

Hannah writhed beneath her and Lottie worked her way downwards. Lottie reached the imprint left by Hannah’s knickers and stopped.

“Don’t you dare stop,” said Hannah, predicting that Lottie was about to check Hannah was OK.

Lottie chuckled and placed a gentle kiss so close to Hannah’s core that she thought she might cry out.

Then she let out a breath, right where Hannah longed for her tongue, and this time, she did cry out.

“God, Lottie,” she said with a groan.

Lottie picked her head up and looked at Hannah, her eyes bright. “I’ll take that as encouragement.”

Hannah nodded quickly and Lottie returned to her task. This time, she drew her tongue gently up through Hannah. The journalist thought she would come there and then, but managed to hold onto herself. She wanted to enjoy this for as long as she could.

Lottie hooked one of Hannah’s legs over her shoulder to get a better angle, and now when she swept her tongue through Hannah, the sensation was even more intense.

Hannah balled up sections of sheet in her fists as she tried and failed to stay still. Lottie’s thorough ministrations made Hannah’s back arch, causing Lottie to take firmer hold of her pelvis.

Being held in place by this woman who was kissing her into oblivion was all she needed to be pushed over the edge into an intense and, perhaps, life-changing orgasm. She’d never made a sound when she’d been with Carl. She’d always been too controlled, too inhibited. Hell, she’d simply never felt turned on enough to make any noise.

But with Lottie, she couldn’t help it, and a loud groan came from her, as though from the depths of her stomach. She brought her hand to Lottie’s head to still her, and she just lay there and breathed, her eyes closed, the room spinning. Or perhaps it was Hannah that was spinning. She wasn’t sure.

“Fuck,” said Lottie. “That was hot.”

Her voice came from close to Hannah’s ear. Hannah kept her eyes closed. “You’re telling me,” she said. “I’m going to need a minute or two to recover.”

“You can take all the time you need to recover,” breathed Lottie into her ear. “I have all night.”