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“If you did, I was too comatose to notice.” She giggled. “This wasn’t how you envisioned spending the night with me, was it?”

“Not exactly. How are you feeling?”

Sadie touched one of her bruised wrists. “My shoulders are sore, but not too bad.”

“A long massage and arnica gel treatments are heading your way.”

“Awesome.” She turned and wound her arms around Joan’s neck. “It was nice to wake up to you.”

Joan settled her hands on Sadie’s hips. “It was nice cuddling all night with you.”

It was more than nice. It wasright.

Sadie tilted her head, inviting Joan to kiss her. An offer she couldn’t refuse.

Their first few kisses were sweet and playful. Then Sadie sighed with so much contentment, Joan’s internal match lit. She gently prodded Sadie’s mouth open with her tongue, tasting minty toothpaste.

Sadie dug her fingers in Joan’s hair, bringing her closer. Desire zoomed to the heaviness growing between her legs. Sadie’s thigh grazed that spot, pulling a moan out of Joan. She bunched the cotton of Sadie’s shirt, wanting to get at the soft skin beneath.

“Oh my god,” Sadie breathed, nibbling a trail across Joan’s jaw. “I’ve got weeks’ worth of horniness built up.”

“We should take care of that,” Joan murmured.

Sadie nipped her earlobe, causing a low quake to rumble around Joan’s abdomen. “Weshouldtake care of that.”

“Here?” She slipped her fingers under Sadie’s T-shirt to the elastic waistband of her flannel boxers.

“Bedroom,” Sadie said. “I want to take my time kissing every inch of you.”

Joan’s inner fire swelled from the image of Sadie doing just that.Shit.This again.

Sadie slid her hands down, thumbs caressing the sides of Joan’s breasts. It made her knees quiver.

She gripped Joan’s black tank top and pulled her out of the kitchen. Well, shit. They had to work on honesty, so Joan paused, setting a hand on Sadie’s. “We should talk about…”

“Right. Yes. The…” Sadie made a whooshing sound and twirled her free hand. “Fire thing.”

“I don’t want what happened last time to happen again.”I don’t want to scare you.

“Does that usually happen?”

“Never,” Joan said. “I think it’s…”

Sadie blinked, waiting for her to finish that thought.

“I think it’s because I like you so much.”

“You do, huh?” she murmured.

“If you want complete honesty…” Pulse pounding, Joan said, “I’ve never felt this way about anyone.”

Sadie released a little gasp. “Me, too.”

Joan kissed her because she had to. Because she was head over heels for this wonderful, understanding woman. Because there was more than fire racing through her veins.

“Hmm,” Sadie hummed. “Can you, like, direct it somewhere specific? A certain place in your body to keep it contained?”

Joan raised an eyebrow.