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Minutes later, the bathroom was filled with steam and Rhiannon’s back was pressed against cool shower tiles while hot water ran over her skin. With Carmela’s slick body

sliding against her as they kissed, Rhiannon wasn’t sure she could remain standing on wobbly legs.

“How many times have you thought about me like this?”

Rhiannon asked as Carmela’s lips blazed a trail down her modest chest.

Dark eyes flashed up at her just before she took the sensitive point between her lips and sent Rhiannon reeling.

“Don’t talk so much,” she replied when she released her from the exquisite punishment.

Before Carmela could get any further than her navel, Rhiannon pulled her up, spun her around, and pinned her to the wall. “Then I better keep my mouth occupied.”

Instead of protesting, Carmela replied with a lopsided grin that said sure kid, here’s the key to a Lamborghini, sure you know how to drive?

Rhiannon wasn’t at all sure she knew what she was doing, but she couldn’t back down now.

Fake it ‘til you make it, she told herself before projecting complete confidence in her skills and taking both of Carmela’s hands and holding them above her head. As she held them tight with her left hand, she slipped between Carmela’s soapy thighs with her right.

The unmistakable evidence of Carmela’s arousal forced a moan from her parted lips, making her growing need painful. Diving into her mouth as she slid her fingertips along her slick flesh, Rhiannon was sure she would faint before finishing the job. Between her heightening desire and the steamy heat in the small bathroom, it was overwhelming.

“Slow down,” Carmela groaned as she arched her back o the wall.

Carmela’s husky voice was another arrow fired into her heart. Despite the urge to go faster and unravel her, Rhiannon acquiesced to the breathy demand and changed

her targeted approach. As soon as she did, Carmela’s eyes slipped closed again and her hips started undulating in rhythm with her ministrations.

You’re so far out of my league.

“Kiss me,” she half whispered half moaned, leaving Rhiannon no choice but to comply.

Rhiannon was hypnotized and would do absolutely anything she asked. Despite being the one in the apparently submissive position, Carmela was in full control. Rhiannon couldn’t find the will to care. Maybe her lust had bound and gagged her ego in a corner somewhere.

By the time Carmela started trembling and her jaw hung open in a silent scream that ignited every nerve in Rhiannon’s body, she was making such slow, light circles she wasn’t even sure she was still making contact. Based on the string of curses Carmela unleashed, there was no doubt she felt every move.

Pressing her forehead against Carmela’s, Rhiannon held the still shivering woman in a tight embrace. “You know none of this is pretend, right? At least not for me.”

With barely open eyes, Carmela half-smiled. “This was really nice. Let’s enjoy it for what it is, okay? Please don’t ruin it.”

“I’m not joking,” Rhiannon insisted. “I don’t want to play any more games. Not like we’ve been playing, anyway.

This is something I want.

. . you’re something - I mean someone - I want. For real,” she insisted, wishing she were better at expressing herself, but she had no playbook for this. No experience.

Carmela peered at her through nearly closed eyelids and sighed before crashing her lips into hers. The kiss was deep and passionate and made Rhiannon forget what she’d said a moment before. Passion induced amnesia.

“You’re impossible,” Carmela confessed against her parted lips. “Di cult. Inconvenient. You ignore all my boundaries. . .”

With every word, Rhiannon’s heart beat a little slower and her stomach twisted a little harder.

“But. . .” Carmela said just before Rhiannon lost her grip,

“you are what I want too.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

TANGLED up in Rhiannon’s legs, Carmela awoke hot and sweaty thanks to the proximity of the naked woman in her arms. It was essentially the same position they’d fallen asleep in after hours of lust-fueled ecstasy.