Page 77 of The Matchmaker's Choice: A Lesbian Romance
my hair. She knows what she wants, but then, maybe what she
wants has been unleashed and that explains her passionate
frenzy.
Her tongue licks at the seam of my lips. Sweet.
Dominant. Possessive. I part them to let her in. To let her take
control. To lead me in this chance meeting that I never
expected.
I know that I should stop and take a breath. Probably
both literally and metaphorically.
I don’t know what I’m doing. This kiss is the kind of
kiss that you don’t forget. It’s the kind of kiss that you don’t
exactly come back from. This kiss could break down my walls
or it could just plain break me. I should be wary. I should be
cautious. I’ve gone into things blindly before and that hasn’t
ended well. My last relationship left me hurting, aching, cut
wide open. I don’t want to go back to that when I just put
myself back together and got on with my life.
There are questions I should ask. Things that we
should talk about.
But I want this. I want everything Steph is doing to me.
Her hand sweeps under the hem of my shirt. I squirm
against her, setting my hands at her shoulders and tugging her
even closer. I stroke her tongue with mine. I don’t think I’ve
ever kissed anyone like this before. I don’t think I’ve ever had
anyone kiss me this way either. Steph is a natural leader. She’s
not demanding. She’s gentle and patient, but somehow all fire
as well.
There’s something to be said for natural connection
and an amazing match of chemistry, and I know that we have
both. I knew it instinctually, somehow, from the second we
