Page 105 of The Forbidden Fling

“So,” Faye started, leaning to whisper in her ear. “When do we get to this making up you mentioned…” She threaded her fingers through Diana’s hair. “Because I am very ready to make up.”

“I hope so.” Diana traced her nails up Faye’s spine until she shivered. “Because I have a list of things I want to do to you.”

“Another checklist? How sexy, Dr Thompson.”

“I’m very thorough.” Her lip quirked, her clit throbbing. “Now grab your clutch. I want you naked and needy by the end of this song.”

Faye’s eyes dipped. “I’m already halfway there.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Faye

Faye urged her hands to move faster. Emptying her bag was rarely a time-friendly activity, but when Diana was waiting on the other side of the door, voice laced with promises of wonderfully filthy things, she couldn’t move quickly enough.

They’d already had the entire day building up until this moment—stealing kisses and touches throughout the wedding celebration—on top of their three months apart. Then Diana had insisted they walk the further few minutes to her cabin for reasons that “will become clear soon”. Faye couldn’t move without the reminder sitting uncomfortably in her underwear. Whatever the suggestion implied, it had the desired effect. And the more she thought about Diana—her Diana—waiting for her in the bedroom, the more the feeling grew.

She triple-checked the seal around her stoma, making sure everything was secure, then quickly gussied up in the mirror and opened the bathroom door.

Diana was waiting for her on the bed, one leg crossed over the other, her burgundy dress riding up her thigh. Faye’s mouth dried as she stood, closing the distance with the grace of a lioness.

Wordlessly, Diana gripped her hip, pulling her in for a kiss like it was the first time she’d seen her. Her mouth explored hers, soft, toe-curlingly slow, like she was rediscovering something special, not wanting to leave any place untouched. Faye couldn’t stop the whimper leaving her throat. Her stomach bottomed out, the floor almost falling from under her.

Diana’s hands slid lower, smoothing her dress and squeezing the curve of her arse. The force made Faye pull back with a gasp. Her heart thudded hard in her throat. Their chests pressed against each other, eyes looking deep into a place Faye had never reached before.

She pressed her lips to the soft spot on Diana’s neck, trailing open-mouthed kisses to her ear. She took the lobe into her mouth, biting gently, causing a growl to erupt in Diana’s throat.

Diana pulled her back by tugging her hair, her hungry mouth claiming her neck in return. She moaned as Diana’s lips marked her, her teeth and tongue dragging over her delicate skin with such ownership, her knees buckled. She grasped Faye’s dress, pushing the material up her thigh and bunching it around her waist, and slid her other hand through her soaked underwear.

Diana cursed as Faye pressed into her, the pressure from her fingers making her eyes dip. “Very needy. Good. Now for the naked part.”

She lifted the dress over Faye’s head, then let it pool at her feet.

“Yours too.” Faye grasped Diana’s dress between her fingertips, rooting her in place.

Her mouth curled. “If you want it, take it.”

Faye crashed her lips to that perfect mouth, and Diana kissed her back, breaking the kiss to whisper, “You’ll have to unzip me.”

Faye turned her, placing a kiss that was all teeth at the nape of her neck before slowly lowering the zipper. She trailed kisses down the bare skin, letting the dress fall to the floor, leaving Diana in matching burgundy underwear.

“You’re perfect,” Faye murmured, tracing her nails up her spine.

Diana turned, pulling Faye’s face to hers while slipping her other hand between her legs. Faye rocked into her, and Diana let out a low, satisfied hum. She removed Faye’s bra with her free hand, releasing her breasts, naked bar her support belt.

“Is your checklist going well?” Faye breathed.

“Very well,” Diana smirked, ripping the clasp on Faye’s underwear and sliding two fingers straight inside her.

Faye gasped, digging her nails into the soft flesh of Diana’s shoulders.

“Though you might have to watch that mouth of yours,” Diana continued, her fingers deep, her thumb rolling slowly over her clit. “Or are you goading for a spanking?”

Fresh heat flooded her, coiling tight in her centre. Faye had never considered how incredibly hot it would be to have Diana’s hand mark her.

Ignoring those fantasies of the cane, of course.

She squirmed under Diana’s gaze as a new ache throbbed in her clit, caught between wanting to push her and wanting to give in.