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Samantha obliged. Her long tongue looked so good and felt even better when Natalia lowered herself onto it.
Gripping the headboard with her free hand, Natalia rode Samantha’s tongue, moans vibrating inside of her while she let her clit slide between her fingers.
Her fingers weren’t what she wanted, but she didn’t trust herself not to let Samantha go too far. Didn’t trust that she’d tell Samantha to stop before she made her come.
Reading her mind with devastating accuracy, Samantha slid her tongue out of her, hands on Natalia’s hips as she tilted her backward a fraction.
And then Samantha’s tongue was on her clit, the sensation mixing with Natalia’s fingers until she didn’t know what was her touch and what was Samantha.
Arching her back, Natalia closed her eyes tight. There was nothing but the combination of Samantha’s tongue and her fingers and Samantha’s moans vibrating against her most sensitive skin.
“Fuck,” Natalia cried, fingers going faster and Samantha’s tongue matching her tempo.
Samantha’s fingers dug into her hips, helping Natalia grind harder against her mouth. Her body shook. Her vision blurred. Her brain drifted.
“Please, Baby,” Samantha moaned, lips brushing her clit before adding, “come in my mouth.”
It was the blissful end for Natalia’s composure. Gripping the headboard so hard she was sure it would splinter, she let the orgasm seize her. Rode it over and over while Samantha’s tongue maintained its targeted assault.
Giving Samantha what she’d so politely requested, Natalia tipped her hips forward, guiding Samantha toward her entrance. When she plunged inside, Natalia clenched around her and came.
Heart pounding in her ears and her throat so raw it hurt, Natalia resisted the shocking urge to call Samantha’s name. Clamping her mouth shut, Natalia’s fingers continued at blinding speed until she couldn’t stand another moment of contact.
“If you call me baby again,” Natalia threatened while rolling off Samantha, her body numb from the sternum down. “I’ll ruin you.”
Samantha rolled onto her side, pulling Natalia in like she wasn’t afraid of her. She kissed her, tasting herself on her lips and whispering, “You’ve already ruined me, Babe. Try again.”
CHAPTER 33
Sam blinked awake to bright morning light filtering in through the window. For a single disorienting moment, she forgot where she was, her mild hangover making her head swim. And then the night’s events came flooding into her in vibrant color.
Stretching her pleasantly sore muscles, she glanced over at the empty space beside her. Natalia must have already risen despite the early hour.
Sitting up, Sam removed her night guard. She’d started using one in grad school — the stress making her grind her teeth into dust.
Rising, Sam pulled on shorts and a tank top before brushing her teeth. As she applied toothpaste to her guard, preparing to tuck it away, she noticed a similarly shaped case next to the second sink. The one with a dozen tiny bottles and jars neatly arranged on one side.
She shook the case to confirm its contents. Sam grinned, imagining Natalia protecting that investment in flawless Turkish porcelain. From the fierce persona she projected, no one would guess even the unflappable Natalia Flores battled tension like the rest of them.
Had she woken up before Sam so she wouldn’t be caught showing human frailty? Was the prospect of waking up in each other’s arms too much?
Memories of last night set her skin buzzing. Everything had felt different between them. More open, more connected. Like they’d cracked each other’s shells just enough to glimpse the softness within.
The thought sent Sam’s heart racing. She craved more of that — more intimacy, more trust, more Natalia.
Splashing water on her face, Sam shook off the swelling emotion. She was getting ahead of herself. Natalia showing a hint of vulnerability didn’t mean she wanted more. Sam couldn’t afford to get attached when Natalia still kept her at arm’s length.
Sam toweled off and headed into the main room, following the scent of coffee. She found Natalia sitting at the small table near the kitchenette, dressed impeccably in a white linen dress that brought out the olive in her skin tone.
Despite the early hour, Natalia had her laptop open, brow furrowed behind her reading glasses as she worked. Her makeup and hair were already perfect. Was there anything she did that wasn’t hot as hell?
“Morning,” Sam said, unable to resist running a hand over Natalia’s back as she passed.
Natalia tensed briefly before glancing up, the frostiness in her expression melting. “There’s coffee,” she said flatly.
Sam should have expected Natalia wouldn’t be as affectionate as she’d been the night before. She stopped herself from kissing her in greeting. Instead, she replied with, “My hero,” before grabbing a mug from above the sink. The frosty shoulder might have hurt her feelings if she hadn’t expected it.
As she moved, Sam could feel Natalia’s eyes following her around the small kitchen, lingering on her bare legs and arms. Women usually liked her tattoos, but Natalia consistently stared at her ink while dripping with lust.
