Jill kicked the door closed and pushed Reagan up against it. She stripped off their coats, letting them fall to the floor. She crushed their lips together and smiled when a bite to Reagan’s lower lip resulted in a hiss and then a groan. She walked her toward the bedroom. She immediately missed the full body contact and couldn’t make it more than a few feet before she pressed Reagan into a wall, grabbing her ass and pressing slow, wet kisses along her neck. When she reached the base of her throat, she was thwarted by Reagan’s sweater—momentarily. She yanked it over her head and threw it on the floor, as if the sweater had offended her.

Pressing their lips together, she turned Reagan toward her bedroom again until she remembered that meant going upstairs. She reluctantly broke their kiss in order to make it upstairs safely. She took advantage of the break to unbutton her own shirt and slide it off.

At the foot of the bed, they discarded their T-shirts and bras. Jill wrapped an arm around Reagan’s waist. The first touch of bare skin to bare skin flipped something in Jill’s consciousness and she paused, holding Reagan against her. She didn’t want to rush. She wanted to savor every taste. She wanted to bask in every gasp her touch would elicit.

Reagan pulled back, breathing heavily and furrowing her eyebrows. “What’s wrong?”

Jill licked her lips as she studied Reagan’s face. “At first, I wanted to fuck you hard and fast.” Reagan whimpered and her eyes fluttered closed. “But now, I want to make love to you slowly and indulge in every part of you.”

“You can have me anyway you want. Just have me,” she rasped.

Jill lightly held onto Reagan’s hips as she kissed her, unhurried and almost lazy. Each stroke of her tongue matched the slow brush of her fingertips up and down Reagan’s sides. As she pressed kisses down her neck and across her shoulder, she unzipped her jeans, reveling in the way Reagan continually rolled her hips forward as she tried to make Jill go faster. She slid her hands inside and cupped her ass before removing her jeans.

When she trailed her fingers up the backs of her legs, Reagan shivered against her touch, gripping Jill’s shoulder. She peppered kisses along her inner thighs and Reagan let out her first gasp. Oh, how she loved that sound. She closed her eyes as her nose brushed against the front of Reagan’s underwear and her mouth watered. Before she could get distracted, she stood and gently pushed Reagan back until she sat on the bed.