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of one perfect breast in her hand. Dylan’s soft moan spurred her on, and she circled the pleading nipple with her thumb, then brushed directly across it.

Dylan’s response was immediate, and Cat groaned, feeling the incredibly strong body surge against her. She repeated the motion, her touches stronger and

more insistent. Dylan’s mouth left hers, lips trailing against her cheeks until they found purchase on the delicate whorl of her ear, suckling in time to Cat’s

caresses and causing the younger woman to forget, for a moment, what it was that she was doing as the sensations surrounded her in a molten cocoon.

“You’re so beautiful,” Dylan breathed into her ear. “So absolutely, incredibly beautiful.” Shifting a little, Dylan moved from Cat’s grasp, coming around to

stand before her. Cat’s legs opened and Dylan slid into the space left there, looking down into a face more exquisite than any she could remember seeing.

Their lips met again with a fiery passion that neither could keep in check any longer. Hands roamed as heated flesh slipped and slid against its counterpart

sparking small fires that blazed along wide open nerve endings. Dylan’s hands moved down to Cat’s narrow waist and pulled her forward until Cat was

pressed tight against Dylan’s belly. Her arms bore her weight against the lip of the tub as her hips danced along a silken path, up and back and up again,

feeling each band of muscle clench and relax, clench and relax, driving her higher and yet higher again.

Cat’s ankles locked around Dylan’s waist as Dylan eased her forward in a heated embrace. Their lips met again, crushing against one another, touching,

teasing, tasting. One hand reached back, and Cat moaned as her ankles were unlocked; moaned again as Dylan stepped back, then cried out as the heat

from Dylan’s belly was replaced by the promise of her hand cupping, pressing, caressing and finally filling her more fully and more deeply than any before

her.

“Oh. Blessed God!” Dylan stilled her fingers, gritting her teeth against the incredible pleasure of the velvet embrace. Her own body was thrumming like a

high tension wire and moisture flowed from her as from a river.

Then slowly her fingers moved, stroking gently and feeling Cat’s response in her very bones. Gazes met and locked as Dylan thrust slowly, strongly,

drawing out until she was barely there, then sliding within, stretching and filling until Cat’s body was nothing but atoms, each holding an individual flame.

One touch of Dylan’s thumb and Cat was freed, spiraling into infinity. She cried out to the heavens, body gathering in around itself, muscles clenching so

tightly that the breath was robbed from her lungs. Her toes curled, her fingers clamped tight into Dylan’s muscled, sweating back, grounding her in the only

way she knew.

Slowly, gently, she felt herself coming back to earth, and her muscles relaxed as she felt the weight of her body drawing her away from her new lover’s

fevered embrace.

“Not yet,” Dylan growled. “Oh please, not yet.”

Cat’s desire shot up again as she felt the velvet heat of Dylan pressing and gliding against her thigh. One stroke, and another, and then Dylan gasped,

tipping her head forward to bury it against Cat’s shoulder as her body clenched and shook with the force of her climax. Feeling the sharp press of teeth

against the tender skin of her neck, she groaned aloud and held on tightly as Dylan’s body, finally spent, came to rest against hers in a warm, and tender

embrace.

Cat reclined back into a thick pile of blankets placed strategically by the fireplace. They were just close enough to be warm but not so close one would get

overheated.

By the fire, that is.

The other thing in the room that was outstripping the warmth of the fire was currently she was placing the wine in the ice bucket after refilling their

glasses.

Dylan smiled, looking over at her companion, who was now stretched out on her stomach with her face nestled in the thick down pillow. “Tired?”

“Deliciously. Thanks,” Cat looked over her shoulder and winked.

Dylan placed the two glasses down by Cat’s head and then placed herself next to the younger woman’s languid, and splendidly naked, body. “Glad to hear

it.”

Cat rolled onto her side, facing Dylan, and running her fingers gently over dark brows. “Are you okay with this?”

“I am very okay with it. If I didn’t think we were ready for it, it wouldn’t have happened. I have amazing self control.” Dylan grinned devilishly.

“Tell me about it. You’re going along all calm while I’m taking a cold shower every twenty minutes. I was starting to look like a raisin all the time. I think

that type of self control is one of those skills I’ve yet to learn.”

“Here’s a secret.” Dylan leaned in and whispered. “I took a few cold showers too.”

“Really?” For reasons she didn’t quite understand, this revelation made Cat quite happy.

“You know it. You’re hard to resist Catherine Hodges.” The tall woman leaned over and kissed her companion.

Cat made an invitation by lying back during the kiss and letting Dylan follow her, gently covering her as the kiss continued. Her hands began running over

Dylan’s back, massaging the warm skin under her palms. She couldn’t help but allow little moans to roll from her lips as Dylan did a masterful job of kissing

down one side of her neck, across her collarbone, and up the other side. She was trembling all over by the time Dylan stopped.

College girls have nothing on you, my dear.

The thought made her shiver once again, a pleasant twinge that centered itself over the most sensitive areas of her body. And there were quite a few of

those, Cat was beginning to realize.

“Ooo don’t do that.” She wiggled under Dylan, trying to make better contact, though if the truth of the matter be known, she was almost sharing the taller

woman’s skin already. Sweat that came from far more than the warmth of the fire lubricated their bodies’ touch, and the feeling was more erotic than

anything Cat had ever experienced before.

“What?”

“Don’t stop. I’ve waited too long for this for you to tease me.” She kissed a lovely warm expanse of neck near her lips.

“Is that so?” Dylan couldn’t help but tease her lover a little now that she knew she shouldn’t.

“Yes, please.” Cat wasn’t above begging, at least not were Dylan was concerned. She had decided months ago that she’d crawl ten miles over broken glass

just to sweat in her shadow; so begging for her touch was no big strain.

“You know,” Dylan placed her mouth gently on Cat’s shoulder. “I have a big, soft bed upstairs that I would love to get you into.”

“Okay,” she managed to whimper as Dylan rose and extended a hand to her.

“Come on Sweetheart.”

Morning came far too early as far as Cat was concerned. She pulled the blanket over her head as the morning sun began to filter through the plate glass

window. She rolled over to curl up next to Dylan, only to find her tall bedmate gone.

Under normal circumstances Cat would have been panicked to wake up in a strange bed alone after spending such a passionate night with a woman, but

not this time. This time she felt nothing but completely satisfied and very, very, well loved.

She pushed up from the bed to find a long, blue terrycloth robe draped over the headboard’s large post. Smiling, she got up and pulled the robe on, having

to cuff the sleeves several times and still she looked like a child wearing an adult’s clothing. Opening the bedroom door, she smiled at the scent of