CARMEN
Carmen had never come that hard in her life. She was sure of it.
The sounds she'd made were downright obscene, echoing off the cold kitchenette countertop like something out of an adult film. Her chest heaved like she'd just sprinted a mile, but inside, she felt boneless.
A laugh escaped her, muffled behind her hand.
Warm fingers trailed gently across her skin. She felt worshipped, and she didn't think she'd ever felt that before. Not with any of the women she'd dated in her past. All high-maintenance and appearance obsessed. They required all the attention, and rarely shared it.
But this?
This felt like the world had caught fire and she, for once, could see through the smoke. Nothing else existed except for the woman before her. Hannah.
Carmen sat up, bracing her weight on her palms. Hannah's gaze was soft and searching. A thumb brushed her cheek, and Carmen leaned into it without thinking, her lashes fluttering for half a beat.
"You okay?" Hannah whispered.
Jesus. Always checking in. Always so damn kind.
Carmen let out another breathy laugh.
When Hannah's brow creased in concern, Carmen leaned forward and murmured, "I'm far better than okay."
That earned her an answering smirk.
Pushing off the counter, Carmen wobbled on unsteady legs but quickly found her balance. She reached for Hannah and kissed her slow, deep, and full of promise. She could feel Hannah lean into it.
When they leaned apart, her voice dropped an octave. "Let's take this to the bedroom."
It sounded sultrier than she'd expected, but Hannah responded instantly. Those piercing blue eyes grew wide with desperation. They were hungry with desire. Carmen was pretty sure she'd do anything when those eyes looked at her like that.
Now it was her turn. To give. To worship.
Carmen wanted all of this woman. She wanted skin touching skin, legs so entwined they wouldn't be able to know where one started and another ended, and to have their bodies pressed so close that they would feel as one.
She wanted her begging, sweating and craving for more.
Carmen placed a flat palm against Hannah's sternum, sliding it up to cup the back of her neck. She kissed her again, chasing her taste, groaning when she found it.
She pushed Hannah backward, stumbling their way to the bed.
When the back of Hannah's knees hit the mattress, she flopped down with a bounce, their lips parting with a pop.
"Pants off. Now." Carmen barely recognized her own voice. The low, commanding, and insistent tone was new.
Hannah blinked rapidly, then obeyed as her cheeks flushed and chest rising. Oh, she liked to be told what to do?
Carmen could absolutely work with that.
As she took off her own bra, she pointed toward the pillows. "Back up."
Hannah scrambled, mouth slightly open and eyes wide. Carmen kneeled on the side of the mattress and crawled slowly up to the beautiful woman in front of her. Placing a hand on Hannah's sternum, she guided her down until her golden hair fanned out like a halo.
Carmen leaned into her ear. "Tell me what you want."
Hannah trembled.
Sliding a thigh between hers, Carmen pressed precisely where Hannah needed her most.
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Of Course, It's You
Romance[Book 1 in the Of Course series] The only reason Hannah made it to this wedding, was because her friends asked for her daughter to be the flower girl. After the death of her wife, Hannah resigned herself to a life devoid of love and she's determined...
