Emilia tugged Morgan’s pants down in response and kissed Morgan through her briefs. Further protest died in her throat. Expertly, Emilia slid the last barrier between them over Morgan’s hips. The sound of her own ragged breathing drowned out the waves. Warm air drifted across her clit, and she shuddered. Emilia’s weight pinned her legs, and she feared she might burst if Emilia didn’t take her in her mouth. Another breath, and then Emilia’s tongue ran everywhere but where she wanted. She tried tangling her hands in Emilia’s hair to direct her, but Emilia simply stopped teasing her entirely until Morgan loosened her grip. Each thwarted attempt to seize control only turned her on more, and she was just about to point out that the ocean was supposed to be on the outside of the damn boat when Emilia’s tongue pushed deep inside her.

The temperature of the cool night air rocketed several thousand degrees. Morgan uttered something she wasn’t sure was English as Emilia plunged her tongue in again, then slid out, and it was replaced by Emilia’s hand as her tongue at last caressed her clit.

Stars shone inside her eyelids as Emilia sucked in long, hot strokes, the tip of her tongue fluttering over her at the end of each one. Her fingers moved equally slowly, pushing up against Morgan and holding her there, every molecule centered between Emilia’s touch. She had to know she could make Morgan come in a second, but she kept her movements torturously slow, changing rhythms each time Morgan’s hips bucked too quickly, until the horrifying sound of her pager’s buzz cut through her shredded breathing.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” She groaned as she opened her eyes.

Emilia chose that moment to take Morgan fully in her mouth, running her tongue along her clit faster and faster while her fingers drove Morgan up and over the edge, then up again. She came once and then a second time when Emilia refused to stop.

It took several minutes for the sound of her pager to register again. Emilia lay against her chest, gazing down at her with soft eyes. “Hey there.”

“You,” Morgan began, but she had no words to describe the way her body felt, except that Emilia had pinned Morgan’s soul beneath her and called to it by name.

“I felt rushed,” said Emilia.

“I’ll let you try again anytime you want.”

“Let me know when you’re not on call,” said Emilia as she sat up. “I promise you, it won’t be over quickly. Now go save a life.”

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Emilia’s body ached pleasantly as she stretched the next morning, disturbing Nell out of a dream of running. Closing her eyes against the sunlight, she lay back on her pillow.

Morgan.