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“God, get this thing off.” Bea plucked at the sports bra, already hating it. She wanted to see what was underneath. She wanted Bunny to be as exposed as she was.

Laughing, Bunny straightened her back and moved up to look square in Bea’s eyes. Their lips were almost touching. “Can’t decide if you want me or for me to have you.”

“It’s both,” Bea answered smoothly.

“Oh, I like a woman who knows what she wants.” Bunny chuckled as she hooked her thumbs under her sports bra and pulled it off swiftly. Her nipples were large, hard nubs that Bea wanted nothing more than to taste.

Standing up, Bea moved in closer and pressed her palm delicately to Bunny’s chest. She flicked her thumb over Bunny’s nipple, waiting to see exactly what kind of reaction she would get. Bunny rocked her hips forward, her hand coming up to press against Bea’s back.

“Let me eat you,” Bunny murmured.

“And then what?” Bea asked, her tone much softer than before.

“I don’t care, just let me taste you.” Bunny’s eyes were all over Bea’s body. It was like Bea’s extra weight, the extra curves a lot of people tried to play it off as, didn’t matter one bit.

Bea’s heart rate picked up again. Bunny actually wanted her. This wasn’t some kind of pity fuck. They didn’t even have time to get to that level. This was genuine lust. Heat hit her cheeks hard, her entire body temperature rising as something that felt so similar to embarrassment hit her, but it wasn’t that. It was something akin to belief. Belief that someone could actually like her the way she was, belief that she was attractive, belief that maybe—just maybe—someone might actually meet her standards.

Or at least someone was close to it in such a short period of time.

“Bea?” Bunny asked everything again with only the sound of her name.

“Yes.” Bea gave her answer in one fell swoop. She pushed off her shoes, kicking them out of the way, and pulled off her thong, dropping it somewhere she couldn’t see.

Bunny’s mouth was on hers again, pushing her back until she was sitting on the counter one more time. Bunny skimmed her hands down Bea’s body. She reached Bea’s thighs and pushed them apart gently.

Anticipation built in Bea’s chest, tightening it. She was so wet. She knew it. As soon as Bunny’s mouth was on her, she would fall apart in Bunny’s skillful hands. And they would be skillful. She gave every sign that she knew what she was doing, despite the fact they’d basically denied it every second they’d known each other, which had been all of an hour at that point.

God, she couldn’t believe she was doing this.

It was so out of character for her.

She was the one who always held everything in close. She was the one who took years to warm up in a relationship. It was why she’d all but given up on them. No one was good enough. No one could get past her defenses. So why didn’t she have them up now?

Bea put her hand behind her and pushed her butt to the edge of the counter. She bit her lip when Bunny got down on her knees and stared at her. She studied her. Bea shivered, more wetness pooling between her legs as she waited—desperately—for Bunny to finally touch her.

“Do it already,” Bea demanded.

“You’re so beautiful,” Bunny mumbled as she leaned in and pressed delicate kisses along Bea’s inner thighs, right along her stretch marks.

Bea moaned. She reached for Bunny’s hair, threading her fingers into the silky strands and tightening her grasp. Trying her best, she moved Bunny closer to her. She wanted Bunny’s face right against her, her tongue inside her. Bea didn’t want to wait any longer.

“Bunny.” Her name was a whine. “Stop hesitating.”

Bunny laughed, the vibrations from her voice shocking through Bea’s system because her mouth was suddenly on Bea’s pussy. Gasping, Bea clenched. She shut her eyes tight, she doubled down on her grasp in Bunny’s hair, she tugged hard.

Her head spun. Nothing had felt this good in such a long time. Bea spread her legs even more. Bunny put her hands under Bea’s thighs and raised them up to get a better—deeper—angle. Bea couldn’t keep track of what was going on. It was like she was going to explode already. Bunny was everywhere, her heady scent mixing with Bea’s own arousal, blending with the sweat and stale scent of the room they were in.

“So good,” Bea mumbled, tossing her head back and letting herself fall fully into the moment.

This was amazing. She pushed as best as she could to be as close as possible to Bunny’s mouth. “More.”

Bunny sucked her. She pulled back before pushing in again. Over and over, Bunny teased her into oblivion. Bea cried out, digging her nails too hard into Bunny’s scalp, but not oncedid Bunny complain. In fact, she continued to kiss and suck and taste until Bea finally succumbed to her orgasm, her voice echoing through the small room as pleasure consumed her. And even then, Bunny didn’t move. She eased Bea down with soft touches, gentle kisses, tender moments.

But it was too sweet.

Bea bit her tongue, trying to bring herself back to reality. She couldn’t fantasize about Bunny. She couldn’t let herself fall into what they both knew wasn’t reality. Bunny was self-obsessed, opinionated, rude, and she’d been a jerk to Jo. That was what Bea had to focus on. Sex was one thing, but this wasn’t Bunny being caring in any capacity.

“Pull your pants down,” Bea ordered.