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Erin's breath stops for a few seconds. She has no idea what Mia might do, but she wants those hands on her so badly that she doesn't care — and if something doesn't feel right, she'll say so.

"Do whatever you want," she answers against her mouth.

Mia's fingers slide between her thighs, first tracing the inside of her legs and then shifting inward until she brushes her clit and pulls a sharp inhale from her. The singer presses close and brings her other hand to the doctor's left cheek. Erin can't decide what she likes most, because first Mia strokes her until she's even wetter than she already was, then draws slow circles over her clit, and finally pushes inside her, tearing a broken sound from her throat.

Mia moves slowly, with a patience Erin doesn't have but is enjoying in a way she hadn't expected, and everything intensifies when the singer brings her free hand to tease her from behind.

"If you don't like it, say so and I'll stop," Mia breathes.

Erin can't answer — she can only gasp, louder and louder as the rhythm picks up and Mia keeps working her. Her belly becomes a pressure building toward a breaking point, sendingsmall waves of pleasure crashing through her that leave her breathless.

After a couple of minutes her whole body is taut, arms wrapped tight around Mia's back, and Mia is drinking in every reaction as if she were the one being touched. Another sharp pulse of pleasure cuts through Erin's core, the trembling in her body builds, and her breath breaks into a series of ragged gasps.

"I'm going to come," she murmurs, knowing she can't stop it. "I'm going to come, baby…"

Mia keeps the rhythm of her fingers, but what shifts is the pressure from behind — pushing just enough to slip the tip inside — and that's what breaks Erin, sending her shuddering apart on top of her. She bites down on her fist to muffle herself, but her control gives way at the end, when she can't hold back the last waves of her orgasm, and she lets out a pair of muffled cries that Mia memorizes as the sexiest thing she's ever heard.

Wrapped around each other, they fall sideways, and Erin rolls onto her back, covering her eyes with her forearm as her chest heaves, trying to catch her breath. She moves her arm away when she feels movement beside her and almost moans again when she sees Mia on all fours, leaning over her to lap at one nipple and then the other.

"Are you okay?" she asks, settling on top of her.

Erin still can't speak, but she brushes her cheek with a fingertip and nods.

"Good," Mia says, "because I'm about to taste you, and I'm not moving my mouth from you until you beg me to stop."

Erin exhales a soft laugh and lifts her head just enough to watch the singer slide back down the mattress, lie down between her legs, and look up at her with the full force of those blue eyes.

"You have no idea how much I've wanted to do this, Erin," she confesses quietly, before parting her with her fingers and dragging the flat of her tongue all the way through her.

Erin arches and lets out a rough gasp. She's too sensitive and every touch unravels her with pleasure, and when Mia — after exploring every inch of her with her tongue — pushes two fingers inside her and pulls her clit between her lips, the doctor comes with her hands buried in the singer's hair.

"How many tattoos do you have?" she asks when Mia steps out of the shower and she wraps her in a towel.

"Twenty-three, I think — maybe a few more."

Erin takes the towel from her, stands her in front of the mirror, and studies her with her chin resting on her shoulder.

"They suit you. They're very you," the doctor murmurs.

They both stare at each other through the mirror. Erin has two marks on her shoulder near her neck, and both their lips are a deep red from all the kissing.

"Do you regret it?" Mia asks, hesitant.

Erin shakes her head.

"No. I don't."

The singer smiles with relief, and Erin kisses her cheek before stepping back.

"Come on — we need to get dressed, pack up, and clear our rooms. The bus leaves in half an hour."

"Half an hour is plenty of time if you know how to use it, Dooley, and I'm very thirsty."

The next moment, Erin has her bare back pressed against the bathroom tiles and Mia on her knees between her legs, devouring her all over again.

Chapter 27

Since joining the Wild tour, Erin had never felt as exhausted as she did today, dragging the weight of yesterday's marathon and this morning's into everything she did.