She’d been so elated to find Mia in her yoga class last Monday, and she had done as promised and paid special attention to Mia’s posture, especially when she bent forward in downward-facing dog, and Lou had cast many a glance at her shapely ass. She let her hands wander down to said ass now, cupped it in her hands. Something she’d definitely wanted to do a few times during yoga, but that had, of course, been impossible.

While Mia’s fingers dragged excruciatingly slowly over Lou’s neck and shoulders, Lou got a good feel of Mia’s behind. But, again, there was too much fabric in the way. Why had she allowed Mia to take charge again? Sod it, her hands were going in. If all Mia was going to do in the next few minutes was drive her crazy, slowly but surely, until she was putty in her hands, Lou would have to show some initiative. She slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of Mia’s jeans and met more fabric.

Mia’s thumb crept up Lou’s jawline, coming to rest on her lips, pushing Lou’s bottom lip down. Lou looked her in the eye and saw only desire. Desire, and anticipation, as though Mia was preparing for something. Revving herself up. As though the outcome of this night was wholly unexpected to her and her mind was racing to catch up with what her body was already doing. The opposite of Lou. She was the very opposite of Lou in so many ways, and all the more enticing for it.

Was she thinking about all the ways she could drive Lou crazy before she stripped her naked? Or was she simply bewildered by the situation she found herself in ? It was impossible to tell, and there were too many possibilities running through Lou’s head for her to fully enjoy this moment. She took a deep breath and kissed Mia while her fingers slid underneath her undies.

Mia’s breath hitched and her hands dropped down to Lou’s jeans, flipping open the button. Mia’s hand delved in freely, and her fingers stroked Lou over her already drenched underwear. It was a light caress that didn’t last nearly long enough, only gave Lou a taste of what was to come—and gave her a good idea of what kind of person Mia was when you handed her the reins. She was going to pay for it with mounting desire. There would be no quick tearing off of clothes and tumbling onto the bed naked. Perhaps Mia felt she had something to prove and this was how she chose to do it, although Lou suspected this was just how she was. And Lou could lament it all she wanted, but deep down, she loved it. She loved every exquisite second that Mia made her wait for anything.