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Zann’s expression gentled, and Lydia sagged into her as she dipped her head to touch their foreheads together. “You still with me, beautiful?”
Lydia nodded, her eyes fluttering at the heavenly feeling of Zann’s breath mingling with hers. Her pulse sped as she blinked her eyes open to meet a gaze that was at once tender, amused, and concerned, and while part of her worried that it was too soon, she couldn’t hold back the hushed, “I love you” that spilled from her lips with all the trembling ferocity of a prayer that begged to be answered.
Zann didn’t leave her even a microsecond to fear that she’d confessed too much, as her expression immediately softened. “Oh, Lydia,” she whispered, her voice awed and her eyes glistening with affection. “I love you.”
Relief like Lydia had never known washed over her, and her breath caught as she pressed onto her toes, desperate to kiss Zann. She smiled as an effervescent joy bubbled inside her, leaving her gloriously lightheaded, and pulled Zann closer, wanting nothing more than to lose herself completely in the solid warmth of her body and the heat of her kiss as she angled her head to take her deeper. To give her everything.
They were both breathless and smiling by the time their kisses slowed to a string of lingering pecks, and Lydia nuzzled Zann’s cheek as she asked, “It’s not too fast?”
“Oh, it’s fast,” Zann chuckled, the sound light and bubbly like the finest champagne. “But…” She lifted a hand to cradle Lydia’s face as she kissed her sweetly. “I know in my heart that this is right.” She kissed her again slowly, reverently, and lingered close so that her next words were delivered directly to Lydia’s lips. “I know that what I feel for you is real.”
Lydia’s eyes fluttered as Zann’s thumb brushed ever so gently over her cheek. “Yeah?”
“Yes,” Zann murmured.
Though quiet, Zann’s assurance was so sure that it brought tears to Lydia’s eyes. “Me too,” she whispered.
Zann’s beautifully expressive eyes crinkled with happiness. “Good.”
“Yeah,” Lydia whimpered as she surged forward to capture Zann’s lips in a positively searing kiss. She clung to her as they traded deep, lavish kisses, and barely registered that she was being led backward until she was pinned against the wall. She moaned as Zann’s body pressed against hers, their curves fitting together perfectly, and her panties were absolutely ruined when Zann’s thigh pressed between her legs.
She tangled her fingers in Zann’s hair and arched into her, needing to feel more. Desperate to feel everything. “Fuck…”
A low, exquisitely wanting sound rumbled in Zann’s throat as her hips drove forward. “Baby.”
The hand on her jaw dropped to her chest, and Lydia tipped her head back with a pleased hiss when Zann’s fingers found and began expertly manipulating her nipple piercing. Her eyes rolled back in her head when Zann’s mouth blazed a trail along her jaw, and she clenched, flooding her panties again when hot, heavy, wanting breaths rattled against her ear.
Zann’s forehead pressed against her temple as she stayed there, panting as if fighting to get control of herself. Which was admirable, but it was the absolute last fucking thing Lydia wanted.
She twisted her shoulders and hips, and her heart leapt at the way Zann didn’t resist as she switched their positions so that she was doing the pinning. The hand on her breast fell to her hip as Zann softened against her, supplicant and waiting, and Lydia smiled as she kissed the right side of Zann’s mouth, then her left, then back again.
“Please, Lyds,” Zann whined, her fingers digging needfully into Lydia’s hips, but she never pressed, never tried to take over, as she left herself open to Lydia’s whims.
It was fucking perfect.
Yes, they had places to be later. But later was the keyword. Right now…
Right now, they were here. Alone and in love.
And she wanted to revel in it.
She nuzzled Zann’s cheek. “Do you really want to rush back to go to the spa with everyone before the rehearsal?”
Zann moaned and shook her head. “Not even a little bit.”
“Good.” Lydia kissed her. That gave them a couple more hours to themselves, and she knew exactly how she wanted to spend them. “Then I think it’s time we finish this tour, hm?” Zann’s answering whimper was delicious, and Lydia couldn’t resist licking at Zann’s lips as if to taste it before continuing, “I want to take you to bed.”
Zann pressed against her as if to lead the way. “Yes.”
Lydia pressed her hips against Zann’s to hold her still, and her stomach rippled at the way Zann’s lashes fluttered as she relaxed beneath her at the unspoken not yet the move conveyed. She nuzzled Zann’s cheek. “I want to strip you bare, lay you out, and make love to you so thoroughly that you forget your own name.” She kissed her slowly, deeply, before swirling her tongue around Zann’s as she pulled away to peck her lips and add, “And then I want you to do the same to me.”
“God,” Zann exhaled shakily. “Lydia…”
Lydia brushed the lightest smile of a kiss across her lips. “Is that a yes?”
“Yes.” Zann’s hands flexed against Lydia’s sides, but she made no attempt to move. Her chest lifted and fell with a breath, and when she blinked her eyes open, Lydia was struck breathless by the love she saw shining back at her. A slow smile bowed Zann’s lips as she held her gaze, and she nodded. “Please.”
Despite her best effort to actually fucking focus, Zann found herself packing up the gear she’d need to play wedding photographer on autopilot because she was absolutely captivated by the ease with which Lydia moved about her home office, helping gather flash umbrellas, foldable reflectors, and tripods and leaning them neatly against the end of the bookshelf by the door. She’d never trusted anyone to help her with her gear, always preferring to handle the task herself, but, like everything when it came to Lydia, having her here, in her most precious space where she created and poured her heart into her craft, felt undeniably right.
