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One fit within her entire hand. Miranda was mesmerized by them, the softest skin she had felt in years, the fullness and weight, the darkened nipples already hard and ready for her mouth. Swooping in, she did exactly what she wanted and took one of Tori’s nipples between her lips and teased her. Tori’s breath hitched, and her hands came up to either side of Miranda’s face and held Miranda against her body.

“Yessssss,” Tori hissed, rocking her hips solidly. She writhed on top of Miranda’s lap.

Miranda used her thumb against Tori’s other nipple, teasing it in time with her tongue. Tori ground down against her thighs, heat searing through the fabric of their clothes and into her legs. Miranda nearly gasped when Tori did it again. Was Tori going to make herself come that easily? Miranda could only wish that were the case for her. She’d never managed that.

“Don’t stop,” Tori whispered, her voice catching.

Miranda pulled away slightly. She made her tone clipped and precise, hoping the demand would get her an answer this time. “Don’t stop what?”

“Touching.” Tori’s murmurs were in time with the rhythm of her hips. “So many touches.”

Leaning back into the couch, Miranda pulled Tori with her, forcing her to stop grinding down. She didn’t want Tori to come yet. She wanted to be the cause and the reason, the person who was giving her what she needed. Flipping Tori onto her back on the couch, Miranda covered her.

Their chests pushed together as their mouths melded once again. Tori frantically shoved at Miranda’s shirt, trying to get it off, but it snagged on her watch. Miranda lifted up on her knee to help give them some space to get it off, tugging sharply until she had it free. Then she was back against Tori, skin against skin, mouth against mouth.

“What do you want?” Miranda asked again, moving down Tori’s body with kisses and touches so soft she knew they had to be driving Tori crazy.

“You.”

Miranda bit her lip to keep in the sharp retort. She needed to know how Tori wanted her to do this. It would make it that much better for the both of them. When she reached the hemline of Tori’s jeans, Miranda stopped and pulled back up, making eye contact with those bright baby blue eyes.

“Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Touch me like I’m your whole world.” The wistfulness in Tori’s voice startled Miranda.

She hadn’t expected it. She was caught between continuing and stopping. Tori was so young compared to her. This wasn’t just sex for her, was it? Miranda’s mind raced, those walls coming back up even though she didn’t want them to. She couldn’t break her gaze away either. Tori started touching herself, playing with her breasts and pulling her lower lip between her teeth, enticing Miranda back to her body.

“Come here.” Tori’s voice was husky, filled with desire.

Miranda moved in, pressing their mouths together and trying to find that place again. The place where her mind didn’t work, where only her body felt, where she didn’t worry about what was happening beyond this one special moment. Tori had her bra off, hands on her hips, and the kisses deepened instantly.

“Start with your fingers,” Tori whispered against her ear. She reached between them, undoing the button and zipper on her jeans and shimmying them down her hips. “Just start.”

Miranda leaned back and helped Tori get completely undressed. She was stunning. The dark curls between her legs were already damp, the scent rushing up to meet Miranda’s nose. Her heart raced as she used her thumbs to press against Tori’s thighs and up to her hip bones. It seemed as if they’d finally figured each other out. Miranda was finally getting the directions she needed.

She had wanted this. She had planned delicately to move them in this direction if that’s what Tori had wanted. Again, Miranda was stunned by Tori’s youth, her toned body, the freckles that randomly dotted her skin. She trailed her tongue against the ones on her chest, up to her neck, tracing lines from one and then to the next.

Tori captured Miranda’s hand and pressed it down between her legs, covering her fingers as she teased herself with Miranda. This was sexy as hell. Miranda followed every cue that Tori gave her, every press and tease, every swipe. Before she knew it, Tori gripped her hips and held her tightly, and Miranda was left on her own—mouth to Tori’s breast, fingers knuckle deep.

“Just don’t stop,” Tori murmured, her hips rising to meet the occasion.

Miranda did exactly as she was told.

“I’m so close.”

“Just let go,” Miranda murmured against her skin, waiting for the tender pull against her fingers, the tightening of Tori’s body, the pinnacle to be reached. “Let go,” Miranda repeated.

Tori did just that. Miranda softened her touch but kept it going, easing Tori down from the high she’d found. She didn’t want this to end. Miranda couldn’t let her go, not just yet. Pulling back to sit, she dragged Tori up by her wrists.

“Come with me.”

“Where are we going?” Tori giggled, her cheeks flushed with arousal, and her breasts still so damn tempting.

Miranda stood up and pulled Tori with her. “To a bed.”

She almost went to her own bedroom, remembering at the last minute that Rebel was asleep in there. She pivoted and took Tori down the hall to the guest room that hadn’t been used in months. She shut the door and pinned Tori against the wall, their mouths melding together with heat that had been missing only seconds before. Tori wrapped her in an embrace, groaning when Miranda touched her everywhere she could again.

Dropping to her knees, Miranda tugged Tori’s hips to her. She nuzzled her nose into those damp curls, her heart thundering. She had longed for this. It had been so long, and this would be perfect. She cascaded her hands down Tori’s legs and back up again, catching her breath before she began.