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“Are you nervous because it’s her first night away?” Tori grabbed Miranda’s hand, offering comfort.

Miranda had tensed, the lines in her neck tight, and her thigh muscles so rigid that Tori was tempted to massage them right there. “Yes.”

“They’ll be fine.”

Miranda grunted. “Maybe.”

“You’ll have to trust that Tierney can handle her own child.”

“I trust Rebel to make a mess of things, like she normally does.”

Tori chuckled. “We should have stuck her with Siena. She could handle both of them.”

“Perhaps.” Miranda pulled off the highway. “Tierney’s ready.”

“Are you saying that to convince yourself?”

“No.” Miranda shook her head. “I really think she’s ready. At least for one night.”

“Perfect.”

Another five minutes and they were at Miranda’s house. The lights were off inside, but the porch light was on. Miranda didn’t park inside the garage. Instead, she shoved the car into park and grabbed Tori by the chin, dragging her forward so their lips connected.

“I could really use the distraction,” Miranda breathed the words against Tori’s lips.

“Coming right up, boss.”

Tori went to leave the car, but Miranda dragged her back. Tori melted into Miranda’s kisses. Miranda’s fingers were in her hair, holding tight, a hand against Tori’s back to keep her in place. Their lips brushed endlessly, tongues tangling before pulling away and starting again. Every nerve in Tori’s body was telling her to climb over the center console and take Miranda right there, but car sex had never been her favorite.

She wanted a bed.

She wanted Miranda laid out flat on her back, hair around her in a halo, and unrestrained by anything. She wanted to watch as Miranda touched herself, brought herself pleasure, had her fingers buried deep inside herself as she came around them. But tonight would be Tori’s turn for that. She’d give Miranda anything that she wanted.

They barely got inside before Miranda leaned against Tori, pressing her up to the closed front door. Miranda’s breath danced on Tori’s lips, their mouths not quite touching, while their eyes blazed at each other. The silence hummed through Tori’s body. She could feel Miranda’s hunger for her, the heat of her body where it touched her own.

Miranda’s fingers danced up Tori’s sides, not quite tickling with their gentle touch.

“I love you,” Miranda said, taking Tori’s mouth before she had a chance to reply.

This hunger was gentle and deep. There was no bruising of lips or clashing of teeth, though it took Tori’s breath away faster than any of their previous kisses had. She melted into the embrace, allowing it to happen in its most natural and easy form. She wouldn’t stop Miranda, wouldn’t deny her what they both desperately wanted.

Tori moaned into Miranda’s mouth and was rewarded with the press of Miranda’s breasts against her chest.

“Please,” Tori whined.

“Please?” The smile was evident in Miranda’s question as she moved her lips from Tori’s and nibbled down Tori’s jaw and neck, taking her time to lavish the skin with teeth and tongue.

“Please take me to bed.”

“I want to watch you.” Miranda delayed the walk to the room as she returned her lips to Tori’s, her tongue teasingly exploring the inside of Tori’s mouth. Tori felt around Miranda’s back, desperately trying to find the zipper on her dress, anything so she could feel Miranda’s skin against hers and not just her mouth.

“Miranda.” Tori wanted everything at once, even though she knew that was impossible. She wanted Miranda to touch her but also to watch her. She wanted to be fucked hard right now, but she also wanted the slow calm of making love in a soft bed, in comfort not just physical, but emotional as well.

Miranda laughed and turned around, entwining her fingers with Tori’s and leading them toward the bedroom. Her feet were sure as she went, Tori dragging behind her. The click of Miranda’s heels against the hardwood was so distinct in Tori’s mind. She would remember this forever. Whatever was happening tonight was monumental, and it would last in her mind for eternity.

Tori wrapped her arms around Miranda’s waist, pressing up against Miranda’s perfectly round ass. She pressed her breasts against Miranda’s strong back, the muscles in her shoulder blades making Tori’s nipples harden into pebbles. She pressed a gentle kiss to Miranda’s neck before sliding her hand around to toy with Miranda’s nipples.

“Wait,” Tori muttered as she realized they had just passed the bedroom.