Page 30 of High Note

“Are they? I was all wrapped up while you had to drive. What can I do to get you all hot?” Those green eyes gleamed.

“Oh… You should try one of those amazing kisses again, hmm?”

“I like that idea.” Skyla tugged her down while going up on tiptoe, offering her mouth.

It was the easiest thing ever, to part Skyla’s lips with her tongue, cup Skyla’s head, and bring their bodies together. They moved close, the kiss going deep in a heartbeat, and she moaned, the sound loud to her own ears, as Skyla reached up to touch her cheek.

She walked Skyla over to the sofa, refusing to break the kiss apart. And Skyla clung to her, hands on her shoulders so it was kind of like a dance. Damn, she felt good. Curvy. Soft. Hot as fire.

She sat first, drawing Skyla down to straddle her lap. She loved that weight, that solid heat against her. Kirsten’s hands found that sweet ass, and she squeezed firmly.

“Mmm. Damn. You have good hands.”

There was a loud meow as they sank down on the couch, and they grinned at each other, but they dove back into the kiss. Whoever had been displaced would get over it.

Skyla tugged her hair out of her ponytail holder, and it fell around their faces like a strawberry and cinnamon-scented curtain. Kirsten sucked in a deep breath, filling her lungs.

Skyla put both hands on Kirsten’s cheeks, holding her there, and that tongue found hers, driving her higher and higher as they slid against each other.

Kirsten pushed under the waistband of Skyla’s heavy sweater and found one firm breast, rubbing the hard nipple through a lacy bra.

“Oh.” Skyla’s lips parted, her body undulating. “Right there.”

“You like that, huh?”

“Hell, yes, woman. That’s like heaven.”

If that was heaven, Skyla was in for a treat. Later when she got her lady spread eagled on her bed. Kirsten had some damn plans. But for right now, she would settle for some heavy petting on the couch.

Skyla ran those long nails down her back, then pushed up under her shirt again, rubbing at her muscles.

“Damn…you have a great touch.” Those guitar calluses felt like heaven.

“And you have the hottest, smoothest skin.” Skyla unhooked her little white bra. She’d worn it instead of a sports bra because it was the prettiest one she had, for all that it was just cotton.

Kirsten tugged Skyla’s sweater up and off, and oh, that was pretty—a deep violet lace against skin like cream? Kirsten approved, down in her gut. She traced the edge of one cup with her finger before dipping beneath to touch that nipple with no cloth in the way.

The demi cup didn’t prove to be any deterrent, and she slowly rubbed the fat nub with her thumb, hard enough that it made Skyla squeak.

She grinned when Skyla pulled back to look at her, lips parted and a little swollen, that pink tongue tip coming out to lick them. “Now that was pure evil.”

“But evil good, right?”

“Uh-huh. Do it again.”

She could so do that. And then she would hit up the other side.

“Can I—Oh, right there…” Skyla arched back, her lips parted as Kirsten played that needy bit of flesh, encouraging it to swell and stiffen more.

She wanted to taste it. Wanted to put her mouth on Skyla so bad. That skin called to her, the musky scent so enticing.

She tugged Skyla up a little, her lips wrapping around that tiny bud. She teased with the tip of her tongue, saving the tongue stud for a few more heartbeats.

“Uhn.” Skyla’s little sound was completely unscripted, she thought. It just pushed out in a grunt.

Oh, hell yes. She sucked firmly, dragging her stud along the firm flesh.

“Oh my god.” Skyla shuddered. “That’s a concealed weapon.”

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