Page 72 of Two Hit Wonder

"Make me."

Maeve kissed her, hard, and walked her backward until Iona's knees hit the bed and they tumbled onto it together in a graceless heap. Iona's hands were everywhere, her back, her hips, the clasp of her bra, and Maeve was trying to return the favor but kept getting distracted by the noises Iona was making, small gasps and sighs that were doing things to her that should probably be illegal.

"Off," Iona demanded, tugging at Maeve's jeans. "These need to be off."

"Working on it."

"Work faster."

Maeve laughed against Iona's throat and wriggled out of her jeans, kicking them somewhere toward the loom. Iona's skirt followed, and then they were pressed together with nothing between them but underwear and years of wanting.

Iona's hand slid down Maeve's stomach, fingers tracing the waistband of her underwear. "Can I?"

"God, yes."

Iona's fingers dipped lower, and Maeve's hips jerked involuntarily. She was embarrassingly wet already, had been since Iona kissed her in the living room, and when Iona's fingers found her center she had to bite her lip to keep from making a sound that would alarm the neighbors.

"Okay?" Iona murmured.

"More than okay." Maeve's voice came out rough. "Don't stop."

Iona didn't stop. Her fingers moved in slow circles, building pressure, and Maeve clutched at the sheets and tried to remember how to breathe. It had been a long time since anyone had touched her like this. Years. And none of them had been Iona, which meant none of them had really counted.

"Look at me," Iona said.

Maeve opened her eyes. Iona was watching her with an expression of fierce concentration, like Maeve was the only thing in the world. The sight of it pushed her closer to the edge.

"I want to be inside you," Iona said. "Is that okay?"

Maeve nodded, not trusting her voice.

Iona's fingers slid inside her, two at once, and Maeve gasped. The stretch was perfect, the pressure exactly right, and when Iona began to move, slow and deep, Maeve stopped thinking entirely.

"You feel incredible," Iona breathed. "I've thought about this so many times."

"Me too." Maeve managed. "Iona, I'm close, I'm…"

"Let go. I've got you."

Maeve came with Iona's name on her lips and Iona's fingers still moving inside her, drawing out the pleasure until she was shaking with it, until she couldn't tell where she ended and Iona began.

When she finally came back to herself, Iona was pressing soft kisses to her shoulder.

"Good?" Iona asked, and the hint of smugness in her voice made Maeve laugh.

"Adequate."

"Adequate?" Iona pulled back, mock-offended. "Adequate?"

Maeve grinned and flipped them, pinning Iona beneath her. "My turn."

She kissed her way down Iona's body, taking her time, cataloging every sigh and shiver. Iona's breasts were soft and full, and when Maeve took a nipple into her mouth, Iona arched up with a moan that went straight to Maeve's core.

"Please," Iona said. "Maeve, please."

Maeve had never been good at denying Iona anything.

She settled between Iona's thighs, pressing a kiss to the inside of her knee, then higher. Iona was already wet, and when Maeve finally put her mouth on her, tasting her for the first time, Iona's whole body went taut.