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A shiver passed through Hannah at the statement, which felt like a promise.

Lottie ran her hand up and down Hannah’s forearm as Hannah focused on breathing and putting her brain back together.

“I was so very much doing it wrong,” said Hannah, referring to the conversation they’d had in the pub. It felt like months ago, but it was only the night before. So much had happened since then.

“Well, I’m delighted to have upped your expectations for the future,” said Lottie with a grin. Hannah looked into her face and smiled. She ran a hand down Lottie’s front, caressing her breasts, causing Lottie to catch her breath.

“This isn’t just about me, though,” said Hannah, feeling her recovery kicking in. “I want to please you, too.”

“Han, you have already pleased me more than you can possibly imagine,” said Lottie.

Hannah quirked a smile. “Han?”

“Yeah, it suits you.” Lottie shrugged. “But I mean it, no expectation from me. This isn’t about turn taking. It’s about what feels right.”

“The thing is,” said Hannah, feeling her blood beginning to heat, “I want to feel you. I want to make you call out as you come.”

“In that case, I’m all yours,” said Lottie, before kissing Hannah, sucking her lower lip into her mouth.

Hannah had never spoken so confidently during sex. She’d never said what she wanted. But she loved how Lottie made her feel, how natural being together felt.

And she really did want to feel Lottie’s excitement for herself. Lottie’s skin felt warm and smooth beneath her hands, and she shifted so she was lying on top of her. The sensation of their bodies so close made Hannah sigh. She could feel how turned on Lottie already was from the contact of her thigh between her legs. In turn, she loved the feeling of Lottie’s between her own.

She ground down onto Lottie, whose eyes had flickered shut as her head moved to one side. Hannah had perfect access to kiss her neck in a way that made Lottie whimper in delight.

Hannah snaked her hand down Lottie’s front and drew a finger down to where she could feel the moisture that betrayed Lottie’s desire.

“You feel amazing,” breathed Hannah, for the first time feeling herself respond to another person being turned on.

“So. Do. You,” stuttered Lottie.

Hannah found the place that drove Lottie wild, but before long, Lottie made her own request. “Inside me,” she whispered. “I want you inside me.”

Hannah felt blood rush to her own centre as she slid two fingers smoothly into Lottie. They gasped at the same time, and Lottie’s eyes flew open, staring into Hannah’s. “Yes,” moaned Lottie.

Hannah concentrated hard on not losing her concentration, which would have been so easy to do. She pulled out of Lottie, and then pushed back in. Lottie groaned. She did the same again, slowly. Then bit by bit, she sped up the motion, Lottie pushing back against her until the two of them were moving in tandem.

Hannah had lost the awareness of whose limbs belonged to who, and which one of them was being pleasured, because this felt like the most erotic moment of her life.

She felt Lottie squeeze against her fingers, and as Lottie moaned out her orgasm, Hannah came, too, her orgasm this time shorter and even more intense.

Chapter Thirty-Five

LOTTIE

Christmas Eve dawned with sunshine and confusion for Lottie. That wasn’t her bedroom ceiling. This wasn’t her bedding, either.

And as for the naked woman beside her…

With a start, she woke up properly, taking note of the sleeping figure of Hannah. Realisation dawned. She and Hannah had slept together. Although there hadn’t actually been that much sleep involved.

At some point, the conversation, sex and kissing had petered out, and now here she was, waking up in one of the hotel rooms she helped maintain. This wasn’t normal.

She thought absently about the sunshine. Maybe the snow would start to melt, which would be handy. What even was the time?

The fact that the sun was up suggested she had slept in. She sat up abruptly. The Christmas Eve walk! She was supposed to be corralling her children!

“Hey,” came a sleepy voice from beside her. “You OK?” Hannah’s hair was fanned across her pillow and she looked beautiful, despite having just awoken.