Carefully, she lifted the sheet away. She bent and gathered her lover’s scent then stroked her fingertips along Rhianna’s inner thighs. Her right leg flopped open as if by reflex. There she was, pink and wet and waiting. Jules drifted closer until she could almost taste her.
Rhianna made a soft noise in her sleep, and wriggled a little. Her breathing changed and she gave the sheet a tug. When she met resistance, she mumbled something and woke up. Hazy-eyed, she stared at Jules. “Hello.”
“Good evening.”
“What are you doing?”
“I was just looking.” Jules sat down on the edge of the bed.
The fog of sleep cleared, and Rhianna’s eyes shone bright and inviting. “You were touching, too.” Her voice was suddenly full of sexy threat. “Were you trying to have sex with me while I was asleep.”
“Guilty as charged.” Jules grinned.
Rhianna took her own nipples between her fingers and examined them suspiciously. “You’ve been sucking these,” she declared with mock outrage. “What’s your defense?”
“Desperate cravings and an inability to suck on my own?” Jules suggested.
Laughing, Rhianna scrambled onto her knees and crawled over to her. “You don’t seem to appreciate the seriousness of the situation.”
“On the contrary.” Jules said. “I’ve never been more serious.”
“Do you seriously want to come back to bed with me?”
Jules turned so they were face to face. “More than that.” When Rhianna angled her head, she said. “Is it too soon to tell you I love you?”
Rhianna leaned forward until their foreheads rested together. “Better too soon than too late.”
“That’s what I thought, too.”
They found their way into each other’s arms and cradled each other as the dusk succumbed to darkness.
After a while, Rhianna said, “I love you. And now that I have my body back, I want to give it to you.”
Jules kissed her slowly and sweetly. “Now?”
“Always,” Rhianna promised.
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