Lily swung her legs out of bed, reached automatically for her shorts, and then stopped. She’d gone to bed in panties and a T-shirt. The breeze coming through the window was faintly cool, but the cabin itself still held the heat of the day. Barefoot, and only in what she’d worn to sleep in, she made her way into the other room by moonlight and over to the sofa without running into anything. Chase lay on her side in a light ribbed tank with a pale sheet draped over her hips and legs. Her face in repose lost none of its strength, despite the softness that cloaked the bold planes of her jaw. A shimmering band of bare skin lay exposed along her lower abdomen, and Lily’s stomach clenched. She closed her hands against the seething need to reach out and stroke the sensual perfection of her.

Kneeling, she whispered, “Chase?”

“Couldn’t sleep?” Chase murmured, her gaze meeting Lily’s.

The instantaneous connection, raw and primal, slammed through Lily with the force of an avalanche cascading over everything in its path. She shivered, drawn into a place beyond thought, adrift in sensation.

“I did sleep.” Lily struggled, and failed, to control the need in her voice. “Then I woke up and started thinking about you.”

“Oh?”

Chase watched Lily, a half smile and her satisfied silence only making her all the more desirable.

“Yes,” Lily said, pushing the covers down with one hand to expose Chase’s bare thighs. Chase, like her, had gone to sleep in just the tank and a pair of bikini briefs. She left her hand on Chase’s thigh. “I started thinking about kisses, and the way your body feels when I touch you, and the way mine feels when you touch me.”

“Are you going to tell me about it?” Chase asked hoarsely.

“No.” The taut need in Chase’s voice drove Lily forward, instinct her only guide. She rose above Chase and pressed both hands to her shoulders until Chase turned fully onto her back.

Lily put a knee on the sofa and slid the other across Chase’s hips, straddling her. “I thought I’d show you instead.”

Chase groaned, grasped her waist, and pulled her down into a bruising kiss. Chase’s mouth was hot and hard and demanding, and Lily fell into it. She stretched out along the length of Chase’s body, sliding her thigh between Chase’s. She braced herself on her elbows on either side of Chase’s shoulders, her breasts against Chase’s, their bodies touching everywhere.

Chase lifted the back of Lily’s T-shirt and stroked her back, down to her hips, and beneath her panties. Her palm, hot and firm, clasped her rear possessively.

Desire curled between Lily’s thighs, and she pressed against Chase’s leg.

Chase tugged at Lily’s tee. “Can we take this off?”