Page 62 of Beautiful Dreamer

“I did,” Devyn said. She pointed at the ladybug on her cheek. “Theevidence cannot be ignored.” She stared out at the water. “Confession rightback. When I’m with you, I do a lot of things that would never occur to meotherwise. I ate fried Coca-Cola today. That actually happened.”

“I’ve never been prouder.”

Devyn turned to her, her expression now dialed to serious. “Whatare you doing tonight?”

Elizabeth shrugged. “No set plans. Usually on a Saturday I seewhat Dexter is up to, or KC, if she’s free. Or both. We’re kind of athree-person friend group.” She paused. “Unless I had another offer.” Shelicked her cone and watched the water, acutely aware of Devyn’s gaze on her.

“I’m offering.”

Elizabeth pulled in a slow breath as her body shivered. “You couldalways come over later. I’ll need to shower first and get all this festival offme.”

“I don’t see why that has to happen on your own.” Devyn continuedto lick her cone, and it was the most amazing thing Elizabeth had seen sinceFaceTime was invented. “Seems like a waste.” Elizabeth exhaled in an attempt tosteady herself, because do you know what wasn’t wasted? The image of Devyn’stongue circling the ice cream. God.

Elizabeth didn’t understand how Devyn was able to affect her sopotently, with her having zero say in the matter. Yet here she sat, so turnedon she was uncomfortable. “Huh. You make a decent point.”

“I should come with you, then?” Devyn smiled proudly at that one.

Elizabeth felt the blush. She opened her mouth, closed it, andshook her head. “You said that on purpose.”

Devyn took a last lick of that cone and tossed it in the nearbytrash can. When she turned back, her eyes shone brightly with a look of determination.“I’m feeling very purposeful.”

* * *

Devyn had never been more ready to touch another person. To betouched. Heart raced. Desire rippled. She throbbed endlessly and loved everydamn second of it. Elizabeth made her feel like a kid on Christmas morning, andthere was no better feeling.

Elizabeth fumbled behind her, holding her around the waist withone arm and turning the shower knob at the same time with the other. If Devynhadn’t been so acutely turned on, she would have been impressed. They’d shedtheir clothes one piece at a time as they stumbled, hopped, and bumped intorandom pieces of furniture, walls, and lamps as they traversed her house ontheir way to the master bathroom. Devyn flung her bra behind her and watched asElizabeth’s gaze dropped immediately to her breasts, for which she was learningElizabeth had a thing.

Elizabeth stepped backward beneath the stream, and Devyn followedher there, catching her mouth again, dancing the way they did with lips andtongues and just the right amount of cling. Her hands slid down Elizabeth’s body,over her round breasts, now wet from the spray, the perfect curve of her hip,to the outside of her thighs. She felt the pressure between her own legs nearits peak, aware of Elizabeth touching her intimately there. She suspended herexploration of Elizabeth’s body when the sensations became too much. Her backwas against the shower wall, hair wet as they stood face-to-face, waterdripping from their chins. Elizabeth’s hand continued to stroke herrhythmically as her legs shook. She was headed toward a major release, and theneed was almost unbearable. She bucked her hips and pressed her hands againstthe now-heated tile of the shower wall as pleasure arrived hard and wonderful,racing through her like a bullet train. The sounds she heard were definitelyemanating fromher.Lost and delirious and riding out an orgasm that had to have been buildingsince the damn three-legged race, she allowed herself to revel in every momentof decadent gratification. She’d never come so hard in her life and it was all thanksto unassuming Elizabeth, who was not unassuming at all, it turned out. Withsoaked hair and slick skin, she found her breathing as Elizabeth continued totouch her softly, circling her most sensitive spot as the water fell.

“What the fuck?” she breathed, allowing her head to fall forwardonto Elizabeth’s shoulder. “How do you do that? Did you take some sort of class?”

Elizabeth kissed her neck, melding herself to Devyn’s body. “Itwasn’t hard at all with you standing here without clothes. Look at your body.Unreal.” Elizabeth ran her hands down Devyn’s torso. Devyn caught them andplaced them against the opposite shower wall. She dipped her head, caught anipple between her lips, and sucked. Elizabeth whimpered.

“Prepare to call out my name,” Devyn said in her ear.

“Yeah?” Elizabeth bit her bottom lip with a grin.

“I have some creative ideas I think you might like.”

“Creative things are my favorite,” Elizabeth breathed, as Devynkissed down her body.

* * *

Dawn hadn’t broken, but Elizabeth lazily glimpsed the first hintof orange through the tree branches outside her window and watched incaptivation as the small light grew. Inside, Devyn lay in her arms sleepingsoundly, their limbs intertwined, their clothes still scattered throughout herhome wherever they’d dropped them, forgotten and not at all missed. Scout sleptpeacefully near the door, snoring quietly. All felt right and calm.

She’d had shower sex. She, Elizabeth Draper, who lived a fairlymundane existence, had had sex not only in her kitchen but now her shower, too.They’d stayed in there until the water had run cold. What in the world washappening? She wasn’t sure, but it scared her. She kissed the forehead of thewoman in her arms and vowed to slow the emerging feelings that would only gether heart into trouble.Focuson the great sex, she told herself.Don’t think about how it feels to hold her this way.To inhale her scent. To feel her warmth as the morning creeps in.

Devyn certainly wasn’t dwelling on those things. She was too incontrol to allow those feelings to percolate, and honestly, Elizabeth probablywasn’t even that noteworthy a partner. She closed her eyes, knowing that wasn’ttrue. She saw firsthand the effect she had on Devyn, and it was potent. Atleast physically.

“Good morning,” a scratchy voice said. Elizabeth smiled as Devynkissed her neck softly in greeting. “I stayed the night. I’m sorry about that.I hope that’s okay.”

Elizabeth pulled her in further, her fingers threaded through theback of Devyn’s hair. “I’m glad you stayed.”

“Really? I wasn’t sure if that was crossing some sort of line wehadn’t—”

“Devyn.”

“Yeah?” She smiled.

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