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Even if it was all those things, she wanted June to have them. She wasn’t
embarrassed by the depth of her need. A little scared, maybe, but not
ashamed. There was no shame between them. She met June thrust for
thrust, her body and hips gyrating madly as she broke apart over and over.
She came in great, wrenching waves that left her spent and shaking
against the sink. Her arms were numb now too, not just her hands. Still,
June thrust inside her, using those aftershocks to take Arabella into a place
that was beyond pleasure, expanding what she thought she could take, how
much, how hard, until she wanted more and more, until she was greedy
with it and astounded all over again at the raw wildness of her own vitality.
June kissed her shoulder, laving the tender spot of her neck with her
tongue. “Beautiful. You have no idea how much pleasure it gave me
watching you come apart for me.”
Their eyes met in the mirror as Arabella’s flew open. Her pupils were
blown wide, her lips swollen a cherry red, her tongue poking through them
in concentration. Her cheeks were scarlet, her shoulders heaving so brutally
that her reflection bobbed and swayed in the glass.
“Do you think you can come for me like that in the shower?”
“I was thinking maybe you might want a turn.”
June’s lips arched into a catlike grin in the mirror and her eyes flashed
with humor, lust, and unbridled anticipation. “Maybe. Maybe I would.”
“Maybe?” Arabella found some strength in her watery legs. She turned
and draped her arms around June’s waist and steered her to the glass
shower. “Let’s turn that maybe into a hard yes.”
Chapter 17
June
June got the glass shower door open and cranked on the water. She tested
the spray with a few fingers to make sure it wasn’t scalding or freezing
before she tugged Arabella under.
The water hit June’s sensitive skin, feeling like knives. Arabella gasped
