Page 172 of The Snowball Effect

All she’d managed to do was think more about Regan. About how the literalthoughtof Regan made Emma’s blood pulse, heavy and hot, through her veins.

The longer she’d sat in their apartment without Regan, the more Emma had been left… wanting. The more certain Emma had become that she didn’t want to wait any more.

Because – what were they really waiting for?

As Regan scratched down Emma’s back, before gripping her hips and pulling Emma flush against her, she knew without a fucking doubt that she’d made the best choice.

She arched against Regan, her whole body shivering with the feeling of their stomachs and breasts pressed together. “Fuck,” she groaned against Regan’s throat.

“I know,” Regan’s voice was so throaty as she nodded, desperately. “I need – off.”

She felt Regan reach between them, unsnapping the button on Emma’s pants, before jerking down the zipper. Unlike with her shirt coming completely off, Emma simply let Regan do it. Those reservations, that zip of insecurity, had been decimated by Regan’s undeniable arousal for her.

It made Emma’s mind spin, the way Regan wanted her. She knew without a single doubt that she’d never been desired this way in her life, and that alone was the headiest aphrodisiac Emma had ever experienced.

She felt Regan’s hands yank and tug down Emma’s pants and underwear – only low enough until Regan could completely slide her hands down and palm Emma’s ass.

“Oh mygod,” Regan’s words were released with a whine, as she gripped and pulled Emma against her. “You – I–”

Emma’s eyes fluttered closed as she felt Regan dig her fingers into her ass, rocking Emma against her. In fairness, Emma didn’t need the encouragement; her hips were already, subconsciously, rolling against Regan’s.

“Bed,” Regan bit out, scratching her nails into Emma for a sharp, delightful moment that left Emma gasping for air, before she released her. “Get in my bed.”

Her words were a breathless command, and Emma was powerless to deny it. There was no part of her that wanted to deny it, in any way.

She breathed out a laugh – edgy and needy – as she rolled her eyes at Regan and slid her pants the rest of the way down her legs. “Well, ifsomeonehad taken my pants off completely…”

She trailed off, the teasing falling away from her lips and her mind, as Regan – without a hint of self-consciousness – hooked her thumbs into her own underwear and slid them down long, toned legs.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

Emma’s gaze was affixed first to the center of Regan’s underwear, which was so wet, the material was basically fucking translucent. She wasn’t surprised, because Regan had urged Emma to touch her, already. She’d felt Regan’s arousal coat her fingertips already, but seeing it…

Swallowing thickly, Emma ran her eyes up Regan’s legs, between her thighs. Where she couldseeRegan dripping for her. Her thighs were wet, and Emma shuddered, clenching her own thighs together.

Regan wasted no time, stepping forward and pressing her hands against Emma’s shoulders to guide her backwards. “In. My. Bed,” she growled, dark eyes glinting up at Emma.

Something about that challenging look in Regan’s gaze hooked itself inside of Emma, gripping her tightly. With it, she tilted her head and reached down, sliding her hands down Regan’s sides. Beginning at the sides of her breasts – fine, yes, Regan was obviously right earlier; her chest was much smaller than Emma’s, but she fucking loved it. She loved that she could cup Regan in her palms and feel all of her – she slowly, firmly, worked down until she gripped the subtle flair of Regan’s waist.

“You. Aren’t. In. Charge. Of. Me,” she muttered back, narrowing her eyes.

They held each other’s gaze for a beat, and it felt so –them. It was all Emma could think. That this moment, this give-and-take, this felt so right.

Wrapped up in that feeling, she spun them and used her grip on Regan’s waist to push her down on the bed, first. Emma followed milliseconds later, laying her body completely on top of Regan’s, and they both moaned at the sensation of bare skin on bare skin.

Regan’s moan was louder, of course, and the fact that it was right here, right in Emma’s ear from Regan’s plush lips and not through the phone, had Emma whimpering.

Regan stroked her hands up Emma’s back, surging up to connect their lips in a blistering kiss as she spread her thighs widely, fitting Emma perfectly between them.

Immediately, she felt Regan’s hips roll into hers, intently. Searching.

“God, Em–” Regan breathed the words into her mouth, her fingers digging into Emma’s back, hard. “I need… Ineed.”

Emma was nodding already, because she needed, too.

She could feel how wet Regan was, how hot she was. Regan’s pussy pressed against Emma’s as she continued to try to find a rhythm and Emma’s mouth fell open on a silent cry.

It feltincredibleto feel Regan like this, bare and unashamed and needy against her. She’d never felt anything like this before, and she rocked her hips down, hard.

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