Lily turned on her side and peered through the open bedroom door into the main room of the cabin to where Chase slept twenty feet away. Moonlight sent shadows dancing around the sofa. She’d been close enough to Chase to kiss her—more than once—and for far longer than was wise, but this moment struck her as more intimate than when they’d touched. They were alone—not just far away from the lodge and Sarah and four dozen restlessly simmering teens, but secluded in the untouched wilderness where the outside world with all its misery and guilt could not encroach.

Right here, right now, Lily was completely free. And Chase, with the excitement she roused and the ecstasy she promised, slept only steps away. Waiting for Lily to take those steps.

Lily sat up and strained to catch some sound from the other room. She smiled to herself. Chase didn’t snore. Or maybe the silence meant something else. Maybe Chase was as awake as she was. Maybe Chase was thinking of moonlight walks and midnight swims and kisses that promised endless pleasure. Lily shifted restlessly. Imagining Chase lying in the semidarkness, thinking of her, perhaps listening for her as she listened for Chase, perhaps aching as she ached, birthed a heavy longing deep within her.

Her heart skipped a beat. Her throat tightened even as she went liquid inside. If she walked out into the other room right now, Chase would welcome her. Oh, Chase’s kiss the evening before had been delicate and careful. Not chaste. Never that, not when Chase touched her. But restrained. Chase had held back, had ended the kiss, even as her eyes had smoldered. Knowing that Chase was excited by her, that Chase wanted her, aroused her more than any of the sex she’d had in the past. She’d never been wanted the way Chase wanted her. Never wanted a woman to desire her the way Chase desired her. With undisguised ferocity. Seeing that fierce craving in Chase’s eyes and feeling the way Chase’s body trembled when they touched ignited something within her. A hunger, a yearning, beyond anything she’d ever known. Imagining Chase’s kiss, aching to make Chase shudder beneath her hands, caused a pulse to beat heavy and thick between Lily’s thighs. Insistent, persistent, urgent. Clamoring for her to touch. To be touched.

To be filled.