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bag and peeled it back. “I have to see you. Touch you.” She shifted position until she lay pressed against Megan, their faces close together.

“And taste you,” she added, leaning down to kiss Megan again as her hand found the button of Megan’s jeans.

The implied promise sent a rush of heat to meet the cool intrusion of Chaz’s fi ngers against her abdomen. In every sexual encounter she’d had since Rita, Megan had always been the one calling the shots. It was all about control. Initiating every touch, orchestrating every position.

There were no surprises for her in bed any more. Satisfying releases, yes. But little more. So she found it briefl y puzzling that she had no diffi culty whatsoever in submitting to Chaz’s lead. For some reason she was unable to explain, she was perfectly content to surrender to whatever Chaz might have in mind. Her body told her she would not be disappointed.

Chaz’s lips found hers as she felt her pants being loosened. This kiss was as unsettling as the earlier ones. And they were kisses that reached parts of her that had been dormant for years, hidden and forgotten, awaiting the right touch to come alive. She was so lost in the warmth of Chaz’s mouth that she barely registered the fact that somehow most of her clothes were gone. She realized it only when Chaz broke their connection to slip her shirt off, so gently her shoulder felt only a momentary twinge of pain, quickly forgotten.

Chaz stared down at her with open approval, unconsciously licking her lips as she surveyed the pale smooth skin she had uncovered, her gaze like a caress, lingering fi rst on Megan’s ample breasts, then on the silky patch of light brown hair below.

Megan trembled under that penetrating assessment.

“Cold?” Chaz asked.

She was, if anything, quite the opposite. Her body was on fi re. But before she could answer, Chaz was pulling the sleeping bags over them and zipping them together to form a cozy nest for two.

And then they came together as both of them had imagined many times, Chaz covering Megan’s body with her own, weight on her elbows, careful of Megan’s shoulder but determined to touch skin to skin, breast to breast, pelvis to pelvis.

The same sound—a moan of contentment—escaped them both as Chaz settled her weight against Megan’s, insinuating one hard thigh between her legs. Megan’s center rose to meet hers, and their mouths

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met for another warm, slow, wet kiss as their bodies began moving against each other, increasing the friction where it was needed most.

Unhurried but insistent, the pressure for release building with each rock and sway of their hips.

Chaz’s lips left Megan’s to trace a provocative path along her jaw, pausing to nip at her earlobe. Then a wet tongue caressed her neck and tasted the hollow of her throat, where the rapid beating of her heart could be seen and felt.

She sure has a talented mouth. Oh, yes, she certainly does, bigpoints for that, Megan thought hazily. A shudder of anticipation shot through her as that talented mouth headed south. Chaz shifted her weight slightly so that she would be able to feel Megan’s right breast with her hand while her mouth claimed its twin.

“I’m so close already, I think I’m going to explode as soon as you touch me,” Megan gasped, as Chaz’s hand and mouth found their destinations.

Skillful fi ngers cupped, lightly caressed, fi rmly fondled, and then pinched—hard—as Chaz’s mouth did things that made Megan feel as though her nerve endings had been rewired: lines crossed, direct currents newly running between her nipple and groin.

She heard sounds. Gasps, moans, whimpers, all coming from her.

Unrecognizable. Unfamiliar. Their bodies were moving against each other again, more insistent now.

Megan became aware of how wet her thigh was, where it met Chaz’s center. Instinctively, she pressed more fi rmly against Chaz right where it mattered. Chaz groaned and her body stiffened slightly, but she never paused in her tortuous oral seduction. To Megan, it felt as though her mouth was already elsewhere. How was that possible?

I am going to come, Megan realized, just a millisecond before Chaz seemed to read her mind and withdraw enough to keep her poised just on the brink. The mouth and tongue and hand returned to teasing caresses, not quite fi rm enough to fi nish the job.

“Not yet,” Chaz said, her voice much lower than normal, as though freshly roused from slumber.

God, she could drown in that voice. No one had ever been able to see inside of her…and know precisely what she was feeling…the way this woman apparently could. She found out how when Chaz raised her head and looked directly into her eyes.

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