Page 13 of Taken from Her (Phoenix Ridge Police Department #4)

Diana whimpered, hips pressing back just slightly. Lavender moved with her, adding more lube, gently easing her finger in and out, shallow and rhythmic. Her other hand found Diana’s clit again, stroking it softly, creating waves of pleasure that rippled through her entire body.

It wasn’t long before Diana was trembling again, her voice gone breathy and wrecked. “I’m so close…”

Lavender smiled and added a second finger to her front, pressing deeper this time while her slick finger at the back moved in time, just barely inside, creating an intoxicating double sensation.

Diana's entire body arched, a strangled moan escaping her throat as she shattered around Lavender's hands, shaking and gasping.

Lavender held her through it, kissing her spine, stroking her hip, whispering soft, loving encouragement against her skin. She didn’t pull away until Diana’s body finally stilled, boneless and glowing.

“I can’t feel my legs,” Diana murmured, half-laughing.

Lavender grinned and kissed her shoulder. “That’s okay. I’ve got you.”

“That was…” Diana’s voice was wrecked, the words falling apart on a breath.

She pulled Lavender up with trembling arms, catching her mouth in a kiss that was raw and desperate. Lavender melted into it, feeling the lingering tremors still working through Diana’s body. It made her chest ache in the best way to be the one who’d done that to her.

“I’ve never…” Diana whispered when they finally parted.

“Never?”

Diana gave a shaky laugh, eyes glinting. “Never felt anything like that.”

Lavender smiled, but it faltered slightly when Diana’s hands began to move again more confident now. They skimmed over her waist, over her ribs, and up to her breasts in a reverent sweep. Her fingers brushed across Lavender’s nipple and Lavender gasped, her back arching into the touch.

“Let me,” Diana said, the words quiet but certain.

Lavender nodded, but her voice caught in her throat when Diana shifted her weight and kissed down her body. There was something so careful in her touch. It wasn’t quite timid, just focused, like she was exploring a language for the first time and didn’t want to miss any details.

Diana’s mouth found her breast, tongue flicking over the peak before she drew it into her mouth and sucked gently. Lavender’s fingers tangled in Diana’s hair, her hips shifting instinctively.

“God, yes…”

Diana kissed lower, pausing to mouth at Lavender’s ribs, her stomach, the soft curve of her hip.

Her hands followed the same path, anchoring and grounding her as her mouth moved with increasing fervor.

By the time Diana's hand slid between her thighs, Lavender was already slick and open, her hips rolling toward the promise of more.

When Diana’s fingers finally slipped between her folds, Lavender let out a broken moan, legs falling wider in invitation.

Diana’s touch was precise but exploratory. She stroked slowly at first, then eased a finger inside, and Lavender’s body tightened around her in welcome.

“Oh…fuck,” Lavender breathed, her head falling back against the pillow. “Yes, just like that.”

Diana added a second finger with careful pressure, curling them gently as her thumb found Lavender’s clit and circled. Lavender felt her thighs tremble, her muscles clenching with every pulse of pleasure.

And still, Diana didn’t stop.

She moved with quiet intensity, adjusting her rhythm each time Lavender gasped or whimpered. Her eyes stayed on Lavender the whole time, watching every reaction, as if memorizing them.

“Like this?” she asked, her voice husky.

Lavender couldn’t speak. She just nodded desperately, her hand grasping for Diana’s wrist to anchor herself to the wave building inside her.

Diana leaned forward again, lips brushing over Lavender’s breast as her fingers continued their relentless rhythm. Her mouth latched onto the hardened peak, tongue swirling, and that combination—that pressure inside her, the heat of Diana’s mouth—was too much.

Lavender shattered.

Her body arched off the bed as her orgasm surged through her like fire in her veins. She cried out Diana’s name, not caring how loud it was, not caring about anything except the way Diana touched her.

When Lavender finally slumped back to the mattress, breathless and spent, Diana eased her fingers out gently and pressed a kiss to her hip, then her stomach, then the center of her chest over her heart.

They lay tangled together afterward, skin damp and warm, legs intertwined beneath the soft linen sheets. Lavender’s head rested on Diana’s shoulder, their bodies still humming with aftershocks.

The only sound was the gentle lapping of waves against the hull and the sound of their breathing slowly settling.

Diana’s fingers traced lazy patterns on Lavender’s side down her arm and across her waist, like she couldn’t stop touching her. Like she didn’t want to.

Lavender turned her head slightly, brushing her lips against Diana’s collarbone. Her body felt weightless, but her chest felt overflowing.

She didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to.

Diana’s hand found hers beneath the sheets and laced their fingers together.

"Stay," Lavender whispered into the darkness. "Stay the night."

Diana's arms tightened around her. "I want to. But tomorrow?—"

"We’ll figure out tomorrow later," Lavender said, pressing a kiss to Diana's shoulder. "Tonight, just be here with me."

Diana was quiet for a long moment, then her voice came soft and certain. "Okay. Tonight, I'm yours."

Lavender smiled against Diana's skin, feeling something shift between them. Whatever came next, they would face it together.