Page 57 of Pursuit of Her

"This might compromise your recovery," Eve murmured as Reagan turned her head to face her, their breaths mingling in the minimal space between them.

"Worth the risk," Reagan replied, the pain in her chest now competing with a different sensation entirely.

Eve's hand moved to Reagan's face, fingertips tracing the contours that a decade had reshaped. "Ten years," she whispered. "Ten years believing you were dead or had abandoned everything we built."

"And yet here you are."

"Here we both are," Eve said. "Against all odds."

The space between them vanished as Eve leaned forward, her lips meeting Reagan's with the gentlest pressure. Unlike their desperate encounter in Eve's apartment days earlier, this kiss held no urgency—just recognition, reunion, and something tentatively building toward the future rather than releasing the past.

When they separated, Reagan studied Eve's face in the dim light. "Why did you choose this? Choose me? After everything?"

Eve was quiet for a moment, considering the question with the thoroughness that had made her Phoenix Ridge's finest detective. "Because justice and law aren't always the same thing," she said finally. "You taught me that ten years ago, but I wasn't ready to hear it. Now I understand."

"And this?" Reagan asked, gesturing between them.

"This was never really a choice," Eve admitted. "It was always you, Reagan. Even when I was hunting you, it was always you."

The confession hung between them, honest and unadorned. Reagan felt something shift inside her, a tension she'd carried for a decade beginning to uncoil. Not just the vigilante finding justice, but the woman finding her way home.

Eve's lips found hers again, the kiss deepening with unmistakable intent despite Reagan's injuries. The heart monitor's rhythm accelerated, clinical evidence of what neither woman needed machines to confirm.

"Your injuries," Eve murmured against Reagan's mouth.

"I'll be careful if you will," Reagan replied, her good arm reaching to draw Eve closer.

Reagan stifled a wince as she brought her hand up to cup Reagan’s face. Eve twirled her finger in Reagan’s hair before dropping her hand from her hair to Reagan’s breast, lightly caressing the swell of her breast over the hospital gown.

Reagan shifted to the side, ignoring a searing pain in her ribs, as she tried to take off her hospital gown, and Eve slipped it off Reagan’s shoulders where it fell soundlessly to the floor. Reagan’s nipples immediately hardened once they met the cool air conditioning, and Eve massaged one between her fingers as she brought one into her mouth. Reagan closed her eyes and let the ripples of pleasure flow through her body as Eve’s tongue swirled around.

She let out a moan when Eve lightly pinched her other nipple then ran her hand down Reagan’s stomach, careful to avoid any of her injuries, and down to the waistband of her gown pants. Eve’s fingers flirted with the waistband, dipping lower then coming back up.

“I want you,” Reagan purred.

Eve didn’t miss a beat, and she slipped Reagan’s pants over her ass and halfway down her thighs. When Eve starting drawing light circles on her clit, Reagan leaned her head back in the pillow and fluttered her eyes, relishing Eve’s touch on her again.

“Right there,” Reagan moaned. “You’ve got it.”

“You like that?” Eve teased as she pressed down harder with her thumb, tighter circles this time.

“Oh my god, yes,” Reagan moaned, her breath hitching.

“Mmmm good, then you’ll love this,” Eve said as she slipped a finger inside Reagan’s slick, wanting pussy.

Reagan felt her body open for Eve, like it remembered how they were together before. She squeezed against Eve’s fingers and smiled. “I’ve missed you, baby.”

“I’ve missed you too,” Eve said, her breath hot against Reagan’s neck before Eve’s lips planted directly on her pulse point and she inserted another finger.

Reagan gasped and leaned her head back in anticipation. She could barely keep herself together as Eve curled her fingers inside, hitting her G spot with practiced rhythm.

Eve kept her pace with the tight circles on Reagan’s clit, massaging it, and Reagan’s moans came harder and quicker.

“I want to feel you come undone,” Eve whispered.

Reagan had to control herself to not come right then, the sound of Eve’s husky voice with her expert fingers almost too much to handle.

“You’ll need to work a little harder than that,” Reagan said with a smirk.

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