Page 67 of Hairpin Curves

“Fuck.” Scarlett dropped her head back onto the pillow, her desire skyrocketing with just those words. “I thought you didn’t want to sleep with me anymore.”

“I didn’t want you to fall in love with me.” Megan dropped a kiss on her lips. “I think I’ve been lying to myself for a while now.”

“I think I’ve been in love with you for a while now.” Scarlett wrapped an arm around Megan and dragged her down for another, deeper kiss, their curves pressing against each other. Megan wedged a thigh between Scarlett’s legs and Scarlett arched reflexively against it as Megan kissed her way down Scarlett’s chest and sucked a nipple into her mouth. Before this trip, she’d never expected Megan to be this aggressive in bed, so confident and completely comfortable with her body. It was fantastic. “Fuck, Megan, you keep that up, I’m going to fall in love with you even more.”

Megan gave her a nip that made her jump, and then moved to the other breast. “Wait until you see all the sex toys I have at home.”

That was a terrifyingly good prospect. Scarlett was about to say so when a sharp jolt of pleasure stole her words. Megan’s slender fingers flicked over her clit, then lower, sliding inside her. She swore loudly, making Megan chuckle again. “You like that?”

“Can’t you tell?” Scarlett gasped, bucking against Megan’s hand. “God, if I’d known you could do this, I’d have taken you to bed forever ago.”

Megan lifted her head to smile down at Scarlett, her fingers still working magic over Scarlett’s clit. Backlit by the lamps, her hair was illuminated in a halo, her perfect French twist coming loose in wild strands. She was beautiful. “Return the favor, and I’ll call it even.”

Scarlett nodded, already building toward that precipice, her orgasm bearing down on her like an unstoppable tidal wave. “Deal.”

Hours later, they lay side by side on Megan’s bed, sweaty and breathless. Megan threw an arm over her head. “I lost count of how many times you made me come.”

“Same.” Scarlett rolled up onto her side to look down at Megan. “You know we still have time to spend here, right? We’ve got the hotel for four days.”

“Four days.” Megan licked her lips. “I have to hydrate more if we’re gonna fuck like that for four days.”

Scarlett laughed. “I’m not talking about that. I’m saying, we don’t have to rush back onto the road. We’re in Quebec. We can sightsee. Don’t you have a whole page in your scrapbook about this city?”

Megan nodded. “I have a lot of pictures still to take. But that involves leaving this bed.”

Scarlett bent to kiss her. Megan was going to drive her crazy, but that was worth it. “I do love you, you know.”

Megan nodded. “I know. I love you, too. Are you getting all sappy on me?”

“Probably.”

Megan’s smile was as bright as Scarlett had ever seen it. “Good.”

If Megan were going to envision a perfect way to spend her last day in Quebec, it would be this moment exactly: sitting in a cafe in the middle of the old city, sipping chocolat chaud and eating macarons across from Scarlett, who was exclaiming over the desserts and making deals about their future.

“All right how about this.” Scarlett held a single elderberry macaron aloft. “I’ll apply to two colleges if you apply to two radio stations.”

“Are there even two radio stations in Crystal River?” Megan snatched the macaron from Scarlett’s hand and bit into the crisp shell, the flavor exploding sharp on her tongue. God, these were amazing. “One radio station, two colleges.”

“You can look beyond Crystal River. We’re driving distance from lots of other towns. Two and two; that’s fair.” Scarlett stole the macaron back out of Megan’s hand and ate the entire rest of it in one bite. “Get your own,” she said around a mouthful of macarons. “These are mine.”

“I thought we were sharing.”

Scarlett made a face. “That was before I tried one, and discovered how good they are. I hope you don’t expect me to share all my desserts if we move in together.”

Megan paused, hot chocolate halfway to her mouth. “Did you want to move in with me?” She hadn’t considered it seriously, hadn’t thought Scarlett would want to take that step so quickly.

Scarlett ducked her head, looking away as a faint blush colored her cheeks. “I don’t know. My lease is up at the end of May, and I haven’t talked to Jacen about renewing or not. Maybe we could see how it goes for a while and then talk about it?”

“I’d like that.” Megan could see a future shaping itself with each new suggestion, each possibility they laid out for the two of them together. “You really think some radio station might hire me?”

“I think you’ve got a better shot of that than I do for finishing my degree.” Scarlett shrugged. “But you promised to help me study if I get in, so what the hell? We’re not getting any younger.”

“You make it sound like we’re ancient.” Megan ate another macaron, pistachio this time, and that might be her new favorite.

“Speak for yourself.”

Megan chewed thoughtfully. “And you have to stop insulting yourself. All this ‘I’m not teacher smart’ and ‘no shot of finishing my degree.’”