Kira scowled. “You don’t hate people. Why does everyone think extroverts love people, anyway? When I have a great time at a party with a big group of people, it’s not because I love people, it’s because I like the excitement of having a lot going on. If anyone loves people, it’s you. You can spend a whole hour listening to a stranger talk your ear off on your massage table and make them feel cared for. And you’re not just doing your job—you actually do care about them. Even if they’re annoying and they reek of bad perfume. That’s loving people. Your ex didn’t know what she was talking about.”
Kira was so sweet. Megan moved both hands to her lower back, to the waistband of her fraying denim shorts, and tried to draw her closer—except Kira kept her at bay by pressing harder against her shoulders. Was she honestly resisting her? There was no reason for that.
“I’m ready to concede a ten-minute massage at a charity event doesn’t count,” Megan said. Just in case that was what was holding her back. She slipped her hands under Kira’s shirt and pressed them against her flat stomach.
“You’re changing your mind? You won’t change it back?” Kira shook her a little by the shoulders to emphasize her point.
Megan was not letting this standoff continue. Not because of her own confused thinking and certainly not because Kira was trying to be polite. She moved her palms upward, sliding them flat between her breasts, then slowly out to the sides, directly into the danger zone. Kira sucked in her breath.
“Stop being so honorable,” Megan mumbled against her neck. The subtle musky, female scent of her skin was intoxicating.
“That will not be a problem.” With a ferociousness she wasn’t expecting, Kira captured her mouth and stepped one leg between hers. Megan half-stumbled from the impact. Kira steadied her, settling her so she straddled her thigh, the whole time never breaking the kiss. Her tongue was in her mouth like it belonged there, insistent and sure.
If this kept up, she was going to pass out.
It kept up for an eternity, and when they finally stopped, Megan was panting.
“I feel dizzy,” Megan said.
“Maybe you need to lie down,” Kira teased. “I think it’ll help.”
“I’ll just bet you do.” Megan was still sucking in air. “I’ll stand.”
“Don’t think there’s anything I can do to you lying down that I can’t do to you standing up,” Kira warned.
“Is that so?” Megan draped her arms around the back of Kira’s neck and caressed her soft puppy fuzz.
Kira kissed her again with a growl that went straight to her ego, and this time when they came up for air, Kira tangled her legs with hers, purposely pulling her off-balance, and helped her stumble into the bedroom.
Kira lowered her onto her bed. “Maybe your blood sugar’s low,” she said solicitously. “I could go make you a snack.”
“Don’t you dare.” Megan trapped her with one leg and licked her jaw. She tasted like salt.
“Feeling better already?”
“Mmm.”
“Maybe I can get you dizzy again.”
“Good idea.”
Kira touched her lips to hers in a gentle kiss that made Megan shiver. “You sure?”
Megan answered by kicking off her sandals and sending them flying across the room. She, for one, did not plan to do any more thinking tonight.
Kira propped herself up on one elbow and reached for Megan’s blouse to undo the top button. Her hand trembled as she touched her fingertips to Megan’s bare skin and moved downward, slowly, into the V of her shirt, parting the fabric until she reached the next button.
Was she nervous? Or did that slight tremble mean something much, much better?
She popped the next button, and lust simmered in her eyes. Megan’s breath quickened as she watched her drop deeper into the V of her blouse. Her bra was definitely showing. And her cleavage.
Okay, so Kira wasn’t afraid to touch her. Good to know. She wondered how many buttons she had left and whether she was going to survive letting Kira do this to her at this languid pace, or whether she was going to break down and yank her blouse over her head.
“Guess you’re not one to rip a woman’s shirt open, are you?”
“And tear the buttons off, you mean?”
Megan nodded.
Kira slowly undid the next button, exposing her lower ribs. “It seems so destructive—ripping a perfectly good shirt.”
“You’re not supposed to worry about the condition of the shirt when you’re caught up in the throes of passion.”
“The throes of passion?”
“Are you laughing at me?” There was something going on with the corners of her mouth that looked suspiciously like a laugh trying to escape. Her eyes were twinkling too. “Because I have better things to do with my time than—”
Kira fondled the next button, slipping it halfway out the buttonhole, then pushing it back in. The motion made Megan’s shirt rub against her skin in interesting ways that she was sure never happened when she unbuttoned it herself. Megan pushed her chest forward involuntarily.
“Better things than—”
Gasping kind of ruined the effect of what she was saying.
She sat up and tried again. “Than letting myself be undressed…by…someone who…” Who…what? Who wasn’t going to feel passion? That tremble in Kira’s hand showed more passion than a thousand torn-off buttons.
Kira hooked her fingers under both bra straps and used them to pull her toward her. It was startlingly possessive. Her open shirt started to slide off one shoulder, and Megan did nothing to stop it. With the back of her fingers, Kira caressed underneath her bra straps. It wasn’t nearly far enough. Kira really needed to learn how to read her mind, because if she did, she’d be sliding her hands down those straps right now and slipping under the satin of her bra and touching her where she ached.
“We haven’t gotten to that part yet,” Kira said.
“What?” Megan was having trouble keeping track of the conversation.
“The throes. We haven’t gotten to that part yet.”
“We haven’t?”
“Not yet.” Kira brushed over her tight nipples.
Megan’s body jerked as a fire sparked deep inside her. “You…” She caught her breath as Kira did it again, and again, more deliberately each time. “…liar.” Her blouse and her bra landed on the floor. The rest of her clothes followed. “You said…” Megan stretched, reveling in the feel of Kira’s touch. “You said not yet.”
Kira hovered over her, supporting herself on her forearms. “Is there a problem?”
Megan placed her hand on her thigh and firmly caressed her along the inseam of her denim shorts. Kira tensed, then weakened and parted her legs. Megan did it again, this time lingering where the denim was hottest. Damp, even. She wanted in there. “A problem? Not for me, no.”
She rolled Kira over onto her back and pulled off her shorts, then slid down between her legs and kneaded her inner thighs, working her way up. Kira’s hips lifted, trying to show her what she wanted. Megan stroked the crease of her thighs and pressed harder with her thumbs around her glistening entrance, closer to where Kira wanted her, encouraging her.
Kira shook spasmodically. “I wasn’t done with you.”
“Really.” Megan paused and considered ceding control back to her.
Nah.
She went back to making Kira crazy, circling even closer.
Kira rocked faster, panting, shaking. Sweat sheened between her breasts. “If you say ‘not yet,’ I’m going to kill you.”
Megan wet her lips. “No you won’t.”
She wanted to give in. She was rocking mindlessly with her now, Kira’s excitement and desperation echoing in her own body. If she didn’t give in soon, they were both going to come just from this.
“Please,” Kira whispered, gripping her arms and lifting her hips.
Megan captured her with her mouth, tasted her.
“Oh!”
Kira’s thigh
s clenched. She trembled and Megan was right there with her, moving with her, matching her increasingly erratic rhythm, synchronizing with her energy. Instinctually, she pushed her up, up, higher, higher, getting her ready to crest a stronger, more powerful wave than anyone had ever shown her. She sucked on her, no longer controlled. Her awareness filled with the hard, desperate pulsing of Kira’s arteries and the answering heat building in her own core. They were both quivering with need.
“Megan…” Kira groaned.
She knew just what to do to trigger her release.
Kira came with a shout.
***
God.
Kira clung to her, molding their bodies together, stunned at the fire that had ripped through her.
“How—”
Megan kissed her into silence.
“Oh God,” Kira moaned against Megan’s mouth. The best sex of her life, and she had no idea what Megan had done to her.
She had a wicked talent. She’d known exactly what to do, almost as if the two of them had done this before. But no, that was her dream—not Megan’s. Megan hadn’t memorized the body of the girl from her dreams and then met her in person fifteen years later. Megan was just good.
Very, very good.
Either that or Kira was so crazy about her it didn’t take much to make her lose it.
Certainly possible. Her arms fell limply to the bed and Megan pulled back and smiled down at her.
Dazed, Kira smiled back. “I don’t know how I’ll ever move again after that, but I absolutely intend to return the favor very soon.” She nuzzled a spot between Megan’s shoulder and breast, the closest part of her she could reach. Oh, God. So soft. Anything she did to make love to her would be inadequate, but she was going to try her damnedest.
As soon as she could move.
She took a breath and tried to prop herself up on her elbow, but halfway up she collapsed. Not yet, then.
Megan didn’t appear to be in any hurry. She raised her fingertips to the side of Kira’s face and combed through her hair. It felt great.
“You have the angel’s touch,” Megan whispered.
“I have what?” Kira mumbled lazily.
“Your gray hair.” Megan touched the spray of silver at the center of her forehead, just at the hairline. Only that one spot had gone gray. “In the Middle Ages, black cats were killed unless they had a tuft of white fur, even just a single white hair. They thought the angels branded the ones who refused to work with Satan. The black cats with a scorch of white—the angel’s touch—were spared.”
Kira raised her hands to her chest, forming paws, and looked up at her, trying to look pitiful. “Meow?”
“Don’t start.”
Kira rolled onto her side. This could be fun. She ran her short fingernails up her pistachio’s back and made her shiver. “So I’m marked?”
“Hmm.” Megan pretended to think about it. “No consorting with Satan, I take it?”
“He is male, from what I hear. So that would make it a no for me.”
“You’re worse than Gwynne.”
“Hey,” Kira protested. “If I have to be a cat, the least you can do is make me a smart lesbian cat who knows better than to consort with that scum.”
Megan smoothed Kira’s hair and smiled. “I should’ve known. I’d recognize that attitude anywhere, even if you were a reincarnated cat.”
“Reincarnation. You believe in that, don’t you?”
Megan nodded.
“Of course you do.” Kira kissed her collarbone to show it didn’t affect how she felt about her either way. “Do you recognize me?” It was suddenly imperative to know. “Am I in any of your past lives?”
Megan’s eyes clouded and Kira knew she’d been shut out. Something about that question had scared the shit out of her.
“You don’t believe in past lives,” Megan said.
“I’m open to the possibility.”
“It’s not some joke.”
“I know.” Kira pulled Megan closer and rubbed her back, pouring her heart into the gesture, wanting desperately to soothe away the defensiveness that had crept into Megan’s voice. She didn’t ever want to see that coldness in her eyes, especially not when they were lying naked together. “That’s why I asked. It seems kind of important, don’t you think?”
“I guess I’m the one who started it with the cat thing.”
Megan mirrored Kira’s earlier move and traced her collarbone with the tip of her tongue. If this was her way of distracting her from the question, she’d take it. At least for now. Anything that brought back their closeness—anything—was good.
Megan tasted her way up her neck and mumbled something against her jaw.
“Say what?” Kira said indulgently, not understanding a word.
“No past lives with you.”
“What?” Kira was so taken aback by Megan’s answer that she pulled away before she could think better of it.
“Past life? No,” Megan repeated.
Like that explained anything. Kira pressed for more clarification. “No, you can’t remember? Or no, no way?”
“I don’t get that feeling about you.”
Kira’s heart sank. But I get that feeling about you. Does that count? She tried to sound casual, or at least not freakily obsessed. “Does that mean you’re going to leave me one day and go searching for your soul mate?”
“You think I’m meant to be with someone else?”
“Well, yeah, isn’t that what past life people are always talking about? Being reborn to be with each other again? The love that transcends time?” The face that you recognize from your dreams, even though you know you’ve never met before? She had hoped so much that Megan recognized her too, that day they first met. Guess not.
“I don’t believe in that One Right Person stuff,” Megan said.
Great. Leave it to her to fall for someone who wasn’t a romantic. “Aren’t you worried that one day maybe there is someone you’re going to recognize from a past life? Some woman you were best, best friends with while you were both married to men, and now’s your chance to finally be together?”
“Best, best friends?” Megan smiled like she could not believe Kira’s G-rated word choice. She swung one leg over Kira’s hips to straddle her and bent to kiss her neck again. She ran her tongue over her skin toward her next quarry. “What is that, exactly?” She captured one of Kira’s nipples in her mouth.
Kira closed her eyes from the shock of it. Megan played with her gently, sweetly, until she was so tight she could barely breathe.
Megan was the One Right Person for her. Warm and gentle and unbelievably sexy, able to melt into the tight places in her heart and break her open. If Megan didn’t believe they should be together… She did not want to think about what would happen then.
She writhed under another flick of Megan’s tongue. The dream was…a dream. If even Megan, who believed in past lives, didn’t think they had a past-life connection, then why was she herself—a lifetime member of the seeing-is-believing club—so fixated on needing more?
“I can’t believe there was no karmic explosion for you when we met,” Kira said. “Are you sure?”
Megan lifted her head to reply and Kira’s body protested her own stupidity. The next time Megan’s mouth was anywhere near her naked body—which ideally would be in the next few seconds—she would be sure not to ask her any questions.
She didn’t expect that would be a problem.
“I wish I could give you a romantic answer,” Megan said.
“You’re not going to make something up?”
Megan sat all the way up, still straddling Kira’s body. “I’m actually glad I don’t recognize you from a previous life.”
“Come on.” If that was supposed to make her feel better, it wasn’t working.
“Why are you so stuck on this? You don’t even believe in past lives.” Megan bent her head with more distraction in mind. “Who cares if this is the first time we’ve met, or the tenth, or t
he hundredth?”
Kira cared. Because she thought Megan would care. Because despite what Megan said, she was afraid that if Megan’s soul mate did show up one of these days, Kira wouldn’t stand a chance.
She pressed one hand against the center of Megan’s chest to stop her from kissing her. God, she’d promised herself not to do that, like, less than a minute ago. But she needed this to be more than a one-night stand or even a short-term affair. “Touching me isn’t going to reassure me.” Although I’m sure it would feel fantastic, and I must be an idiot to stop you. Kira cleared her throat and tried unsuccessfully to stop fantasizing about what Megan had been about to do. “Nothing’s going to reassure me except you telling me where I fit in with those past-life women in your life—because I know there must be some—and why you won’t even pretend that I’m your soul mate.”
Megan sat more firmly on Kira’s hips, pressing her slick heat into her. She gazed at her intently with her head slightly tilted and her hair falling across her shoulders. “I like you. Can’t that be enough? No explosive past-life connection?”
“No.” Kira tugged on Megan’s arms and pulled her down. Megan caught herself with her forearms on either side of Kira’s face, their noses an inch apart.
“How about if I tell you I think we have an explosive present-life connection?” Megan suggested.
“That’s something, I guess.”
“I offer you a compromise and that’s all you can say?”
“That was a compromise?”
“Yes.”
Kira flipped her over and reached between her legs. Megan was so wet.
“If a present-life connection is all you’ll give me, okay, but that means we’re going to make it count. Starting right now.”
Megan moved her knee up Kira’s side and locked their bodies together and shook.
Kira’s voice dropped lower. “I’m going to make you explode when you’re with me. I’m making that my mission in life. And it doesn’t rule out future lives. I’m going to be here inside you for this life and the next life and the next…”
Megan got wetter.
“Just like this,” Kira promised.
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