Page 31 of High Note

She glanced up, smiling, and she let the nipple pop out of her lips. “Wait until you feel it on your clit.”

“Thank God I’m sitting down.” Skyla laughed. “My knees are jelly.”

“Mmm…we’ve got time to let you come…” She winked. “Back together.”

“We do. Ain’t nothing but snow out there and soft, warm blankets in here.” Skyla cupped her breasts, palms over her nipples through her bra.

She parted her lips, letting Skyla bring one of those perfect, heavy breasts to her mouth. As soon as she latched on, Kirsten cupped Skyla’s other breast and held it. There was a tiny little tattoo there—a crescent moon with stars dangling from it.

She was in heaven.

Surrounded by Skyla’s warmth, she tasted that fine skin and listened to Skyla sing for her. That voice rose as Skyla cursed a little, and her breath went ragged.

She kissed her way across to Skyla’s other breast, her free hand sliding down that soft, lush stomach. She would touch this woman forever, and she was still half dressed. That was just amazing to her.

“Jesus, Kirsten. Honey. You make me so fucking wet.”

Good. That made a deep, possessive sensation hit her in the pit of her belly. “I want that. I want you to be crazy for me, lady.”

“I am.” Skyla put a hand on the back of her head again, kissing her like there was no tomorrow.

She teased one finger along Skyla’s waistband, waiting to make sure she read Skyla’s clues right.

“Let me—” Skyla eased off her lap to shimmy out of the rest of her clothes.

Oh. That was reading things right.

“Want to come to the bed, lady?” She leaned forward and kissed the curve of Skyla’s belly.

“I do. It should be cozy there, huh.” Skyla glanced back over her shoulder. “And maybe less of an audience.”

She looked. The cats ranged all over the room, staring at them.

“Pervy little pussycats,” she muttered, making Skyla giggle.

“Come on, huh?” Skyla bounced and jiggled in all the right places when she pulled Kirsten up.

She followed that sweet ass up to her loft, where her bed waited for them. She stripped down herself, trying to look as confident as she wanted to be. She knew she had nothing to be ashamed of, but she was inked and lean and she worried she wasn’t Skyla’s type.

Skyla drew in a breath. “Oh, hello, honey. You’re stunning.”

“Yeah? You’re everything I like in a woman.” Skyla was soft and stacked, so fucking pretty it made her mouth dry, and she had a thing for blondes.

“Good.” Skyla pulled her down on the bed, rolling them so they could tangle their legs and kiss like that was all they had to do for the rest of their lives.

Kirsten pushed her thigh between Skyla’s legs, dragging them together to give Skyla the friction that she needed.

Riding her leg, Skyla moaned, a flush working down from her cheeks to her neck and chest. Lord, she was pretty when she was all rosy, sweat starting to bead up on her skin.

“Yes.” She was burning up too, her own need buzzing along her spine.

Skyla ran those hands down Kirsten’s sides, then grabbed her ass, squeezing. “You got some muscle, girl.”

She flexed for Skyla, because she knew her arms were hot and tight.

Laughing, Skyla leaned down and bit her bicep, then licked it as if to ease the sting. She liked that Skyla was willing to play, that she wasn’t deadly serious about all this. Sex had a certain amount of ridiculousness to it, after all.

She answered by leaning down, capturing one nipple between her lips and tugging, hard.

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