her mouth, sweeping one up Kiera’s waist and brushing it over the swell of
her breast.
Her nipples were hard little buds that were practically piercing through
her bra and tunic. She nearly wept at the touch, at the burst of sensation that
set her ablaze. Her legs trembled. Her hands shook. Her breath came out in
hoarse little gasps.
She’d tried to push Romi away. Kind of. In her own way. Kiera had tried
to tell herself to stay away as well, but neither worked. She knew it was too
late to undo what they’d just done. Not that she wanted to. She just knew
that there was shoulds and shouldn’ts, but she was beyond that too.
“I don’t want to stop either,” Kiera groaned. She dropped her head to
Romi’s neck and tasted her there. Her skin smelled sweet, natural. She
wasn’t wearing any perfume. She was beyond control. She didn’t want to be
in control. She wanted, just this one time, to let go.
Her heart raced. Her pulse hammered at her neck and wrists. She might
be on the verge of losing everything, but she couldn’t make herself quit.
Instead, she dropped her hands to Romi’s waist and backed her up against
the table until the dishes that were on it jangled and rattled. Kiera bruised
Romi’s lips with hers. She sucked her bottom lip between her lips and
scarped it gently with her teeth. Romi groaned and her lips parted. Kiera
thrust her tongue into that sweet, sensual mouth.
“Oh god,” Romi groaned into Kiera’s mouth. Her hands worked
frantically as well, clawing at Kiera’s clothing. “Please don’t stop. Please
don’t ever, ever stop.”
“I couldn’t if I wanted to,” Kiera confessed. She gripped the hem of
Romi’s dress and tugged it up, exposing her creamy, shapely legs. She ran
her hand over Romi’s knee, savoring the smooth silk of her skin as she
made her way to the black lace panties she could see peeking out from
beneath the dress.
“Yes… God, yes… Please touch me.” Her head dropped back. She