“I missed you so much it hurt.”
“You… this… us…” She stopped, shaking her head. “Fuck, Jaz, I really love you.”
Our lips met again and I rubbed against her, desperate to feel close to her. After losing her and getting her back again, there was no time to waste.
When we were both nude, we fell together onto the bed. Faye positioned herself between my legs, a finger testing my entrance.
“I fucking need you,” I moaned.
With a slow nod, she dipped her head between my legs, her finger easing into me. I gasped and tilted my hips up, my back arching against the mattress.
She licked me slowly, taking her time—probably because every caress she gave me made me groan a little louder. I couldn’t help it. Feeling her on me when I’d thought I never would again … I’d never known anything could be so good.
“So fucking good.” She pulled her head up, echoing my thoughts.
I placed my hand on the back of her head, guiding her back to where she’d been. “Fucking love you,” I murmured—and then I was lost to the sensation of her tongue on me.
Sex between us had never been this slow and loving. For the first time, I was discovering how passionate “making love” could be. Our usual way was pleasurable, yes… but when she slowed down like this, I got to savor the way her tongue circled my delicate nub and how her fingers slid along my slick folds.
Every ridge and valley inside me responded to her, every nerve ending vibrating at her caress. I stroked my breasts unconsciously, my legs seizing up around her back.
She lowered her head, pressing soft kisses to my inner thigh. “Jaz…”
“Mmm.”
Her hands ran over my body, leaving trails of heat in their wake. “I know I can never make up for leaving you… but I hope this might help a little.”
Before I could form the words for a response, she’d fixed her lips to my clit again, adjusting the angle of her hand inside me. Her fingers curled against something exquisitely sensitive.
A white-hot, blinding light appeared behind the back of my eyelids.
And I screamed… and screamed… and screamed…
* * *
“What the hell was that?” I gasped as Faye toweled me down lovingly a few minutes later. “How did you… just… how?”
She gave a soft laugh. “You already forget how well I know your body.”
We fell back onto the mattress together, clinging to each other so tightly I thought nothing could ever tear us apart.
“But on a more serious subject, I have a meeting with Derek on Thursday,” Faye said. “I mean… we have a meeting.”
“What are we going to do about him?” I asked, curling my top leg around hers. “Do you think there’s some way to compromise?”
“There probably is, but I don’t know if I want to. The thing is, even though I have no evidence to prove this, I get the feeling that he’s some kind of…”
“Douchecanoe?”
This time, Faye’s laugh was bitter. “Exactly. A douchecanoe.”
I set my head on her chest. “I know what you mean. He really rubs me the wrong way. He is Gretchen’s biological father, though, so I feel like he deserves… something.”
“Does he have to, though?” Faye groaned. “Can’t we just have him assassinated or something?”
“That’s clearly the ideal plan.” I cuddled into her some more. “Seriously, we’ll figure it out. We’ll be together.”
She was quiet for so long I thought she’d fallen asleep. That would have made sense considering how hard she’d just come.