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“Yeah, but this might.”

I spring to my feet and yank on the zipper of my skirt before shimmying the fabric down my hips. The velvet hits the floor with a thud, and I hear Moira gasp, but I don’t stop until I’ve got my tights off too. Then I’m standing there in nothing but a black lace thong.

Moira gapes at me for a few moments, and as I watch her stare go from hungry to ravenous, I know there’s no way to hide how right she was earlier.

I’m soaked.

To her credit, she recovers quickly enough to push up onto her knees in front of me before I can make my next move. Her hands slide up to fist around the band of my thong. I can feel her hot breath on my stomach.

I need it lower.

“Kenzie...” She inhales through her nose, and I’m sure I’m so wet she can smell how much I want her.

From the way her eyes practically roll back in her head, I can tell she wants me just as bad.

“You sure you’re not ready to beg yet?” she murmurs. “You look...close.”

I tangle one of my hands in her hair, and she moans.

“So do you.”

“We’re sure this bet doesn’t include touching, right?”

She’s only an inch away from being able to dip forward and grab the edge of my thong with her teeth.

“Just kissing,” I say through a clenched jaw, “but I think kissing anywhere should count, don’t you?”

She swears under her breath, “Fine. As long as I can tell you how fucking bad I wanna touch you right now.”

Her words come out so harsh they’re practically a snarl, and I feel a twitch between my legs as my muscles tighten.

“If you touch me, you’ll be begging to taste me,” I warn.

And I’ll be begging for it too.

“I’ll take my chances.”

I don’t have time to come up with another reply before she nudges my thighs apart and cups me over my thong, her thumb pressing against my clit. I squeeze my eyes shut, and a whole meteor shower of stars fills the darkness. A strangled cry pushes past my lips, followed by a second one when my eyes fly open and I get a look at our reflection in the mirrored wall.

Moira.

On her knees for me.

Her hair hanging loose down the smooth skin of her bare back.

My hand gripping a fistful of those curls.

Me, next to naked, my face pinched with the need for more.

All of a sudden, my knees go weak, and my legs threaten to give out under me. She guides me down to the floor until we’re lying side by side on the blanket. Everywhere she touches me burns.

“Moira,” I rasp, reaching for her, pulling her closer until she’s hovering over me.

We’re chest to chest. I can feel the brush of her nipples over mine. There’s so much need in my body it feels like it’s splitting me open.

“Do you want me to touch you, Kenzie?”

All the teasing is gone. I lost the ability to keep up any pretense as soon as I felt her hand on me, pressing into where I need her most.