Chase threaded her fingers through Lily’s hair and hissed out a breath. “Lily, let me get you naked. I want you. I’ve wanted you for weeks. Please.”

Lily leaned back on her arms, bare to the waist. “Be careful—I’m so aroused I feel like one of those rockets on the Fourth of July—I’m afraid I’ll go off the second you touch me.”

“Then we’ll just start over.” Chase climbed off the bed, kicked off her boots and shoved her pants down, and, an instant later, unbuttoned Lily’s shorts. Her fingers were deft, the backs of her hands warm against Lily’s belly as she slid the shorts down her thighs along with her panties. The air in the cabin was hot and still, the last bit of sunlight drifting lazily through the windows, etching Chase in golden tones.

“You’re beautiful,” Lily whispered.

“I’m yours, Lily. However you want me.”

“Always, always.”

Chase knelt on the bed between Lily’s legs and played her fingertips lazily up and down the insides of Lily’s thighs. Lily quivered, each stroke coming closer and closer to where she needed Chase most.

“Tease me later,” Lily said, knowing she sounded desperate and not caring. She wanted Chase to know how very much she needed her. “Take me now. Go slow later.”

Chase laughed, a wild, primitive, possessive sound that drove Lily even higher. She wanted so badly to come, and she wanted so badly to stay right at that pinnacle of urgent need and incredible desire and consuming, magnificent pleasure that flowed from Chase’s every touch. She wanted to lose herself in loving Chase.

“I love you,” Chase murmured, covering Lily’s sex with her palm.

Lily’s hips tensed. “I can’t wait. Please.”

And then Chase was inside her, deep and knowing and filling her, stroke after stroke. Lily cried out.

Oh, now.

Her eyes closed against her will. Colors more glorious than sunrise played across her inner landscape, and the roar of the wind and the rush of the waterfalls flashed through her consciousness. And she came, gloriously long and gloriously hard until her muscles went limp on a sob. Chase was above her then, her mouth taking Lily’s again, hard and deep. Chase straddled her thigh, her hips thrusting wildly.

“God, Lily.” Chase groaned and came, quivering in Lily’s arms.

When Chase lay stunned and loose-limbed upon her, Lily stroked her hair. “I love you. I love it when you make me come. But I love making you come more.”

Chase shuddered and kissed the corner of her jaw. “Win-win.”

Lily laughed and filled her hands and her heart with all that was Chase, stroking her, wrapping herself around her, reveling in being with her again.