Page 104 of Touch of Class

The thought and its ferocity scared Daphne, but she was too far gone to stop. As she licked and sucked, she realized she might be too far gone, period. She’d been hungry for Gillian all night, but if she were being honest with herself, and she might as well be at this point, she’d thirsted for this woman for as long as she could remember. Even at the earliest reaches of Daphne’s awareness, there had always been Gillian.

“Daphne.” Gillian gasped the name as she caught hold of her shoulders, pulling her in. “I need, I … need you.”

Her head swam with power and lust even as her heart cracked open with the fulfillment of a longing she’d yet to acknowledge. Tonight, she would let herself feel it all.

Tomorrow she could be angry at Hugh for letting her get this close, or maybe at herself for not being stronger, but tonight, Gillian wasn’t the only one with needs.

Easing back enough to slip a hand into the same wetness currently running down her chin, she pushed two fingers inside Gillian, sinking herself fully into the slick surround of her body.

Every muscle tightened immediately as their pounding pulses became one for a few reverberating beats. Then Gillian made the most beautiful sound of release Daphne had ever heard.

They rode the waves together, but even as their bodies came down, something inside of her still soared.

She had done that. She’d found her way to this woman, then carried them both higher. She’d shaken her. She’d been the one to set the tone, the pace, and the rhythm. Her head grew light with newfound power, but as she eased back to stare down at Gillian, a stronger emotion coiled around her heart. The weight of responsibility and admiration and adoration flooded through her. Now that she’d taken her, she wanted nothing more than to take care of her.

“Come here,” she whispered, wrapping an arm around Gillian’s waist and easing her gently off the table. “I’ve got you.”

Gillian stood upright and leaned her tall frame on Daphne’s smaller one for a few steadying seconds. “Damn.”

Daphne smiled against her neck, then placed a light kiss there. “Damn, indeed. Let me help you to bed.”

Gillian chuckled softly. “Help me?”

“Put your arm around my shoulder.”

Instead of heeding the instruction, Gillian stood a little taller. “You were utterly amazing, and I’ll admit, my knees are still a bit wobbly, but I think you may’ve underestimated my rebounding abilities.”

Daphne rolled her eyes playfully. “Even rebound record holders are allowed a break after such a stellar performance.”

Gillian placed both hands on Daphne’s waist and pulled their bodies flush, kissing her soundly. Daphne melted into her, already primed and aching. Then Gillian pulled away abruptly and spun her around.

Before she knew what was happening, both her hands were braced on the edge of the table, and Gillian had stripped off Daphne’s pajama pants. Then, in a second sweep, her underwear was on the floor and Gillian’s body pressed firmly against hers from behind. The move was disorienting, but not unwelcome, and she pressed back on pure animal instinct.

Gillian placed one firm hand on Daphne’s shoulder, and pushing her forward slightly, used her other hand to steady her waist. Then, with a sexy undulation of her hips, she said, “I can’t wait a minute more. I have to take you right here.”

Daphne gasped and let her head fall forward.

“You’re so beautiful.” Gillian worked the hand on her waist around and up to cup one of her breasts. “I can’t get you out of my mind.”

“Gillian.” She whimpered as the woman rolled one sensitive nipple between her fingers.

“I am not like this. Not ever. I’m the queen of compartmentalization, but you fill my mind, my dreams, my senses. I swear I can smell you on me, like coffee and clean sheets, even after I shower. My mind wanders to you in the car, in the office, at the gym. My mind has always been my own until you came along.”

Daphne whimpered, though she wasn’t sure if it was because of the words or the way Gillian worked her hands over her body, bringing them both lower once more. She took hold of her waist with one, then slipped between her legs from behind with the other. Nudging Daphne’s knees wider with one of her own, she ran a single finger along the length of her desire before slipping barely inside.

The move was teasing, testing, and yet totally in control. “Tell me you want me the same way.”

“I do,” Daphne said breathlessly.

“Show me.”

Daphne’s head swam at the command, but the twitch of Gillian’s fingers against the flesh of her hip told her she wasn’t alone, and with that confirmation she pushed back.

Gillian sank into her, slow and steady, then easing back, added another finger. This time, she was the one to surge forward.

“You feel better than anything that’s ever fulfilled me.” Gillian folded her body forward, contouring it to Daphne’s back. “I want to make you feel the same way.”

Daphne wanted to say something, anything to suggest Gillian was well on her way to meeting her goal, but she’d lost all ability for form coherent thoughts, much less articulate them. Instead, she pushed back harder, grinding into her.