Page 92 of Spindrift

“Isee you now.” Morgan’s hands slid over Emilia’s ass and pulled her closer.

Emilia’smind strayed to the bedside table drawer and the strap-on. Admitting that she’dseen it, however, would reveal to Morgan that she’d gone through her things.She settled for rocking her hips, reveling in the way the movement madeMorgan’s eyelids flutter. It had been a long time since she’d felt like she hadcontrol over anything, and the tight lead she held on Morgan’s desire thrilledher.

“Ipromised you I’d take my time.” She laced her fingers through Morgan’s and heldthem away from their bodies.

“Thatyou did.”

“Areyou on call?”

“Nottonight.”

“Good.”She ground her hips against Morgan, whose pupils dilated as she groaned. Morgantried to break her hands free from Emilia’s grip. She shook her head. “No.”

Morgan’seyes closed as she exhaled sharply.

Youlike this,Emiliathought in wonder. Hannah had never let her take the lead, and she felt as ifshe’d been cut loose, freed to act as she’d always longed to. She pinnedMorgan’s hands beside her and leaned in, still rocking her hips, to hover over Morgan’slips. She could smell the whiskey on her breath as she took Morgan’s lower lipgently between her teeth and tasted the malt with the tip of her tongue. Morganstruggled against Emilia’s grip on her hands. Emilia bit down, not hard enoughto hurt, but hard enough to make her point. Morgan stilled.

Shereleased her lip and pulled far enough away to take in Morgan’s blown pupils andflushed cheeks. “Don’t move.”

Morgangave her a small nod.

Shelet go of Morgan’s hands and leaned back. Slowly, holding Morgan’s eyes withhers, she pulled the hem of her shirt up toward her breasts. Morgan reached outto touch her.

“Isaid don’t move.”

“Emilia—”

Shelet her shirt fall back down. Morgan stopped fighting. She repeated the slowmotion, letting the sunlight warm the bare skin of her stomach, then herbreasts, which ached for Morgan’s hands beneath the sheer fabric of her bra,until finally she pulled it over her head.

Morganstruck while her view was obscured by the shirt. Her hands stroked her ribs andthe curve of her waist before cupping her breasts, and Emilia gasped as sheripped the shirt off.

“Isaid—” she began, but Morgan had her mouth on Emilia’s nipple, and the lace ofher bra did little to shield her from the heat. Her hips pressed as deep intoMorgan as jeans allowed. Morgan’s tongue flicked her through the fabric,driving thoughts of control out of her mind, and she felt each touch in herclit.

Sheregained conscious thought when Morgan undid the catch of her bra. Tangling herfingers in Morgan’s hair, she pulled her away from her breast and kissed herhard. Morgan tried to push her down on the window seat, but she resisted,fighting with her body as she surrendered with her mouth. Morgan growled low inher throat and tried to break the kiss. Emilia stroked her tongue with hers,and the growl turned into a moan. One of her hands tugged Morgan’s curls. Theother, she noticed absently, was curled around Morgan’s biceps.God,Ilove strong women.

Morganturned them on the window seat and sat up, bracing her feet on the floor. Thisfreed Emilia to wrap her legs completely around her. Thighs gripped hips asthey kissed, and she remembered how Morgan had tasted on the boat.

Morgan’ssudden movement took her by surprise. She was lifted into the air, and themuscles beneath her hand flexed with the effort in a way that tightened musclesdeep inside her in response. She thought they were headed for the bed. Instead,the smooth, hard surface of the wall met her back as Morgan pushed her upagainst it.

Oh,fuck.Only awhimper of longing escaped her mouth. Morgan drove her hips into her this time,and she abandoned her grip on Morgan’s arm to bury both hands in her hair.Morgan moved her hips in a practiced way that made her heart race with promise.Breathless, she let Morgan kiss the side of her jaw and down her neck. She’dintended to stay in control, she remembered faintly, but this felt too good tostop. She pictured Morgan with the strap-on. Howgoodit would feel tohave her inside her, just like this, with the cool wall at her back andMorgan’s lips on her neck.

“Fuck,Morgan, do you have—”

“Yes.”Morgan bit the muscle of her shoulder as she answered. Emilia did not need toclarify the question as Morgan adjusted her hold on Emilia and tumbled her intothe bed, dislodging Kraken in the process.

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Morganopened her dresser drawer, her hands clumsy with desire. Emilia lay on her bed,still wearing jeans but gloriously topless, and Morgan held up the smallest ofher toys. Emilia shook her head. She presented the second. Emilia hesitated,leaning forward in a way that sent her hair rippling over her shoulder.

“Doyou have any more?” she asked.

Morganswallowed hard, biting back a moan as she held her favorite up for Emilia tosee.

Emilia’sbrown eyes darkened as she gazed at it in Morgan’s hand, and then she nodded. Morganreached for the harness.

Emiliaplucked it from her hands.

“Strip,”Emilia said.

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