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Quinn pressed her forehead to Abby’s and said, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Abby replied.

Quinn lowered herself on top of her, and Abby enveloped her in her arms. They lay like that for a while before Quinn finally kissed Abby’s shoulder and began moving her lips down her body, causing Abby’s breathing to grow shallow when Quinn reached her destination. Quinn spread her, met Abby’s eyes, and licked, tasting her for the first time. She kept her eyes open while she brought Abby to another orgasm with her mouth, watching her come again at her touch and knowing that Abby was right: theywerethe only ones in this room right now – the only two women falling in love, being in love, expressing that love – and that was all that mattered.

CHAPTER 44

“Again?” Abby asked.

“Now that I’ve done this once, I can’t see myself ever wanting to stop,” Quinn replied before she licked Abby hard.

“I’m not sure I can come again so fast. I might need a minute.”

“That’s okay. I can wait. And it doesn’t have to be about that.” Quinn licked her again. “You can just relax and enjoy me touching you until you’re ready.”

“I do enjoy you touching me,” she replied and ran her hand into Quinn’s wet hair. “But I’ve never been very good at relaxing. I’m sure you’ve figured that out by now.” Abby chuckled.

“I have figured that out, yes,” Quinn replied before she kissed the inside of Abby’s thigh.

“Apparently, I’m what you’d call a ‘high-strung type A,’ so I hope you like that.”

“I hope you like that I’m not at all high-strung or typeA and that I prefer to go with the flow whenever I can. Unless it’s about you or my business.”

“Me? I’m in the mix there?”

Quinn nodded from her position between Abby’s legs. Then, she kissed Abby’s clit that was still sensitive from the two orgasms she’d already had.

“You’re definitely in the mix. Can I tell you something?”

“Youdidjust tell me that you love me, so, yeah, I think you can tell me anything now,” Abby said as she continued to run her hand through Quinn’s hair, loving the feel of the strands between her fingers.

“This is the best sex I’ve ever had. And I have no doubt that it’s because of you, orus, I guess, but it’s not because of anyone else in our… lineage.”

“What makes you think that?”

“Well, for one, I know it’s just the two of us in this room right now.”

Abby smiled down at her and asked, “And for two?”

“Like nearly everything else about this thing, I just know it, and I trust it. What we just experienced was amazing, sexy, beautiful,life-changing, even, but it’s not because we’re part of some line of women who loved each other before. It’s because we love each other now.”

“And it’s not too soon?”

“For what? Sex?” Quinn asked before she rested her head against Abby’s thigh, running her fingers gently through Abby’s folds now, not intentionally teasing Abby but doing it all the same.

“No, to say it,” she clarified what she meant. “We said, ‘I love you,’ and… I’ve never said that before, Quinn; not to anyone other than members of my family, and not even all that often. I’ve never said it to a woman I was dating or in a relationship with. In fact, I usually pull away before we get that far.”

“But you feel it with me?” Quinn asked.

Abby nodded.

“And I feel it with you,” Quinn said. “I can’t say I’ve told many women that I love them, either. I thought I’d been in love before, and I’m sure I was to a certain extent, but, Abs, even before you picked up that picture and we started seeing things, I saw you, and my heart stopped in my chest. It was that gut punch. I know you’ll say that it’s because of our history, and that might be partially true, but it’s not true entirely. I know that, and I trust it, too. I wanted you to stay and keep talking, but I was so nervous that I answered the stupid phone.” Quinn laughed a little and shifted again until she was back in position and kissing the coarse hairs between Abby’s legs.

“I felt the same way when I saw you,” Abby replied. “I guess what I’m saying is that I don’t want to pull away from you. I want this to beitfor me becausewewant it, regardless of what history tells us.”

“I want that, too,” Quinn said with a smile. “I can see it, Abs.”

“See what?” She ran her hand into Quinn’s hair again. “Cheryl and Diana? Deb and Harriet? Or someone else?”