Something in Emilia’s chest split open. It hurt. For a moment she couldn’t breathe. Morgan’s breath brushed her fingers, warm, trusting, completely vulnerable in sleep. The ache in her chest spread through her body. Pain, mixed with a longing so intense she had to bite her lip to keep from gasping. It would have terrified her in the daylight. Here, though, with the stars as witness, she let herself feel, and she told herself she did not think about the names for these emotions as the steady beat of Morgan’s heart lulled her back to sleep.

•   •   •

Morgan woke to the sound of two dogs whining. Kraken shoved his nose under her head and snuffled in her ear, and another dog lay on the bed beside her, beating her with its tail. It took her a moment to work out the details, and then she turned to find Emilia watching her.

“Good morning,” Emilia said, her words shy.

Morgan twisted a strand of Emilia’s hair in her fingers and ignored the dogs. Her body felt drugged, sluggish, and heavy with satiety, and she remembered Emilia pushing her up against the headboard the third—or was it the fourth?—time, riding her hard, and then finally, after copious pleading on Morgan’s part, letting her take Emilia in her mouth. She’d tasted sweet and heady, and, remembering, Morgan elbowed Nell out of the way and rolled on top of Emilia.

“Good morning,” she replied as she looked down at the woman pinned between her arms. Emilia writhed a little beneath her as the shyness in her eyes gave way to something more familiar. Morgan moved her hips and Emilia’s legs parted, and they were both wet where they met.

“I should offer you breakfast,” Morgan said as she kissed Emilia’s neck.

“Oddly, I’m suddenly not hungry,” said Emilia as her body arched.

“Cup of coffee?” She worked her way up to Emilia’s ear and whispered the words.

“Morgan—”

“We get really good coffee from Stormy.” She drove her hips slowly into Emilia with a steady purpose that had them both breathing hard. Teasing Emilia was new. She liked it, she decided, finding the spot on Emilia’s neck that made her gasp. Then Emilia raised her leg, hooking it over Morgan’s shoulder, and the feel of her clit against Emilia’s severed her ability to think.

Stevie’s knock broke them apart some time later.

“Rise and shine,” she said through the door. “We’ve got an eight o’clock.”

“Shit,” said Morgan, who was wrapped between Emilia’s thighs.

“Coming,” she said louder, ignoring Stevie’s “I bet you are.”

She pushed hard into Emilia, who pressed a pillow over her face to muffle her scream as Morgan took her in her mouth and sucked, hard.