Page 139 of The Snowball Effect

“God damn it, Emma, I’m going to break my word to you, and I’m sorry, but I just can’t…” Regan murmured, her dark eyes – so intense – flicking from Emma’s mouth to her eyes, then back again.

And Emma’s mind went blissfully blank as Regan surged onto her tiptoes and wrapped her arm around Emma’s neck to tug her down. She didn’t have to tug hard, though, because Emma was so willing.

Regan’s body surged against hers, and Emma couldn’t fight against it, anymore. She wrapped her arms around Regan’s waist, her hands tingling at the contact with Regan’s smooth, bare skin, groaning low into her mouth as she returned the kiss, matching Regan’s intensity.

Somewhere, dimly in the back of her mind, she was well aware that there was no going back from this.

And, as Regan’s tongue flicked over her bottom lip, she couldn’t bring herself to care at all.

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This was so much betterthan their first kiss.

Regan hadn’t thought anything would have been able to top that one, but this one did. By leaps and bounds.

For so many reasons.

Because they were standing, and their entire bodies were pressed against each other. Regan strained up, aching to be as close as possible. Theywereas close as possible, and it didn’t feel like enough. She felt the buttons on Emma’s shirt – the blouse she’d worn to work – press into her stomach so closely, she knew they would leave an imprint, and it still wasn’t enough.

She slid her tongue along Emma’s, every nerve ending in her body feeling like it was fucking singing. Because she could taste Emma, really taste her this time. She could feel the way Emma’s tongue toyed with her own, andgod, Emma was a good fucking kisser.

She hadn’t really been able to definitively know that, from their first kiss. It had been so short, so simple. But she knew, now.

And it only served to raise the already scorching levels of heat surging through Regan’s body.

She carded the fingers of her free hand through Emma’s hair, reveling in how soft it was. How it was long enough to grab such a good fistful of – which she did – and Emma groaned sharply into her mouth.

Emma’s fingers scratched down Regan’s back, and her entire body shuddered at the sensation. She moaned with it, rolling her hips intently against Emma’s.

It didn’t matter that she’d just had an orgasm, apparently. No, if anything, Regan just felt primed and ready for more.

She wanted to climb Emma Bordeaux like a fucking tree.

As that thought hit her, she lifted her other hand to wrap around Emma’s back –

Only to realize far too late that she’d still been holding the glass she’d taken out to have some water. The glass that now, due to Regan’s eagerness, slipped from her fingers and fell to the hardwood of the kitchen floor behind Emma.

The shattering sound broke them apart.

Regan tugged her head back, panting for breath as she stared, wide-eyed, up at Emma. “I’m sorry,” she apologized immediately, concern cutting through the needy, aching want inside of her.

She fell from her tiptoes back to stand on her heels, body still pressed entirely against Emma’s. “Don’t step backward. Just – you stay right there, and I’ll clean it up. And then we can get right back to this.”

Finally, Emma seemed to come back to reality. Regan could see it happening, see the dawning of what they’d just done as it hit Emma.

Who shook her head as she closed her eyes and flexed her fingers against Regan’s bare hips.

She shivered at the touch, a sigh escaping her.

At the sound, Emma dropped her hands away. “No, you’re the one not wearing anything, including shoes.”

Emma leaned back enough to rake her eyes down Regan’s body as if confirming for herself that was the truth.

Shivering again, Regan felt her nipples harden at the look, and her breathing felt labored all over again, and she loved it. She wanted Emma to look at her like that. With obvious desire in those electric blue eyes.

Again, Emma clamped her eyes closed. As if shutting Regan out – literally – was the only way to not get distracted by her, andthatwas a thrilling realization.

“Yeah. So. You should just go back to your–” Emma gasped once more, eyes flying open as she took a step back from Regan. The shoes she was still wearing crunched over the glass. “Yourroom, where you were just having sex. Fuck, I can’t believe I just kissed you after you were… with someone else.”

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