Susanne wasn’t sure if it was an answer to her question or a reaction to her touch. It probably didn’t matter. She wanted to feel more of Anja. Now. She withdrew her hand, sat up, and maneuvered both of them back so that she sat on the edge of the bed and Anja stood between her spread legs. After glancing up at Anja’s face, she opened the button on Anja’s pants and slid down the zipper. To her surprise, she fumbled a little. Her hands were clumsy from nervousness and excitement. That hadn’t happened to her in…forever.

Anja seemed to sense it; she helped push her jeans down over her hips and kicked them off, then reached for the hem of her sweater and pulled it over her head. It wasn’t a well-practiced striptease, but there was still something so inherently sexy about the movements that it made Susanne’s breath catch.

Susanne was barely aware of the top dropping to the floor since her gaze was focused on Anja, who stood before her in just a burgundy bra and matching panties. “Oh wow.” Susanne drank in her creamy skin, the delicate arc of her ribs, and the swell of her breasts peeking out from the lace edge of the bra. Eager to feel that soft-looking skin against her own, she all but ripped her own sweater and tank top over her head and wrestled out of her jeans.

The cool air in the bedroom brushed over her skin and made her nipples tighten.

Her gaze was on Anja again, and Susanne couldn’t understand how she’d ever thought she wasn’t classically beautiful. She was stunning.

“You are the stunning one.” Anja stared at Susanne as if she’d just been shown an especially beautiful fountain pen.

Only then did Susanne realize that she’d spoken out loud.

“Nuh-uh. You are.” Before Anja could open her mouth to argue, Susanne drew her down on top of her and then rolled them until they were both on their sides, facing each other. She cupped Anja’s face in her hands and kissed her long and deep and slow. God, she had never before felt anything so good as Anja’s body against her own.

At the skin-on-skin contact, Anja moaned into her mouth and clutched her back with both hands.

Susanne kissed her until her senses were reeling. She slid down the straps of that sexy bra and placed a kiss on each smooth shoulder before slipping her hands around her to unhook it. The cups fell away, baring Anja to Susanne’s heated gaze.

“Stunning,” she repeated as she took in every centimeter of Anja’s body until she reached her panties. “I think you should take these off too.”

“You too,” Anja answered breathlessly. “I want to see you.”