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Arabella nearly swallowed her tongue. June fixed that for her by kissing

her until her pulse beat even harder, echoed like a pulsing drum between her

legs. Her nipples were rock hard, and every inch of her body was suffused

with desire so thick she felt drenched in it like it was moisture in the air.

She never would have guessed before she’d been with June that first time

that she liked to take charge. It was magnetic and it drew Arabella in until

she was utterly helpless to resist.

The kiss was brutal, June stamping herself on Arabella’s mouth as her

hands did wondrous things to her body, roving over her curves and bringing

her to life, to a careening halt, to utter awareness and arousal over and over

again with every single touch.

June’s tongue tangled with Arabella’s, and while she worked her magic

with those deep strokes, her hand cupped Arabella’s sex. She gasped at the

pleasure of June’s touch, rolling her hips into her hand hard.

“I love how wet you are,” June whispered. “Wet and ready for me.”

Arabella wanted to say yes, but all she got was a near painful hiss of air

scraping out over her lower lip. Her stomach muscles contracted as June

carefully smoothed her fingers straight to her clit. Arabella’s legs nearly

gave in when June tapped the hard little bud. She whimpered and grabbed

for something but came up with air.

“The sink,” June said darkly, spinning Arabella around by the waist so

she could curl her hands around the cold pink porcelain.

Her breaths came hard and fast as she bent over it, grasping the edges

with both hands to support herself, angling her hips in the air. June’s hand

ran over the swell of her backside until it was back tantalizingly between

Arabella’s shaking legs. She gathered her moisture there with her fingertip,

smearing it over her slick, heated folds.

Arabella tried to suck in breaths, but all she could do was arch into June’s

touch and keep making low sounds in the back of her throat. Sounds of

approval and fierce, hard need.