The effect was like a starburst in her heart. From a day stained with harm, something so much better was springing up. Something akin to a hug from the universe.

Jordan slid her tongue into Abby’s mouth, and she welcomed it.

She wanted all of Jordan. She wanted her now. But they had time. There was no need to rush.

She had to keep telling herself that. They didn’t have to hide anymore.

They were out in the open, which meant they could open themselves up together. No more kisses in darkness. No more sex in confined spaces. Today was about luxuriating in each other. Touching every part of Jordan. Kissing every part of Jordan.

Abby pulled back, her brain scrambled by Jordan’s kisses. She stared into her blue eyes, seeing for the first time some green flecks. She’d never relaxed enough this close to Jordan to notice. She could now. Abby kissed Jordan’s eyelids. “I can’t believe we’re here,” she said. “I can’t believe you did what you did.” She shook her head. “I almost got married today. To someone whose kisses never made my head spin.”

Jordan planted another on her lips. She glanced over at the champagne. “You want to pop the cork on the champagne?”

Abby stared at her, desire blazing through her core. “I’d rather pop the cork on you.”

Jordan gave her a grin. “Now you’re talking.” She placed a hand under Abby’s shirt and touched her back.

Abby’s skin tingled. She pressed her lips back to Jordan’s, and this time, she was going to let her body do the talking.

Today had been hard. It was time to make it all better.

Abby’s kisses grew more urgent. It had only been five days since the plane, but it might as well have been a lifetime.

They staggered through the lounge, Jordan shedding her top, Abby flinging hers off.

Jordan made short work of Abby’s bra. It dropped to the floor, leaving her breasts exposed. When Jordan saw them fully, she stilled.

She ran a reverent hand over them both, before bringing her tongue to Abby’s nipple and circling first one, then the other.

Every muscle inside Abby contracted. She drew in a breath as Jordan sucked her into her mouth.

Abby ran a hand through Jordan’s golden hair, leaning on her so she wouldn’t collapse. If this was what happened when Jordan kissed her breasts, she couldn’t imagine the rest.

Jordan brought her head level with Abby again, a sly grin on her face. “Shall we find the bed and get naked?”

Abby nodded. “Fuck, yes.”

Jordan guided them there, before shucking her jeans, then sliding off Abby’s jeans and pants. She stood back to admire her naked form.

“I said you’d look better with no clothes on.” Jordan leaned in. “I was right.”