Harper pulled her mouth from Dani’s, their breaths coming in quick gasps. Dani stared into her eyes, wondering how many times they’d made love…wondering how much time they had before dawn. Dawn would signal a new day, an end to these stolen moments. As if reading her mind, Harper slowed. She lowered her mouth again, kissing Dani thoroughly before moving to her breasts. She captured a nipple between her lips, her fingers delving deeper inside, faster again. Teeth raked against her nipple, then Harper’s tongue swirled rapidly against the rigid peak. Dani’s eyes slammed closed as she arched her hips high, opening herself to Harper. She felt her nipple being sucked into Harper’s mouth and her world came to a stop for a breathless moment, then all her senses seemed to explode at once, bursting around her. Harper’s mouth caught her scream and she squeezed her thighs tight around Harper’s hand, holding her inside until the tremors subsided.

Harper gathered her close and pulled the sheet over them. Dani snuggled against her, once again wondering how much time they had until dawn. She felt herself falling into a deep sleep even as her hand moved between Harper’s thighs, resting in her wetness.

* * *

Harper blinked several times, seeing daylight sneaking in behind the curtains. She closed her eyes again, ignoring it. Dani was sleeping beside her—nearly on top of her—and Harper pulled her closer. What a night it had been…what a morning. It was as if neither of them could get enough of each other’s touch. Even now, as exhausted as she was, Harper wanted to wake Dani, wanted to make love just one more time. One more time before real life reared its head.

Where had this insatiable appetite come from? Three years of self-induced celibacy? Three years of letting her guilt run her personal life? She opened her eyes again. And just where was her guilt now? Where was Jan?

Harper opened her eyes, waiting for the inevitable fingers of guilt to claw their way into her heart again. She was holding another woman—a very naked woman—in her arms, a woman she’d made love to more times than she could count. Where was the guilt? Where was the disappointment in herself? Where was the shame? In the darkness of night, had she pushed it all away?

Dani shifted in her arms, rolling onto her back, the sheet slipping down to her waist. Harper’s gaze traveled over her breasts, remembering how sensitive they were, remembering how soft…how responsive. Remembering how they tasted. She turned away from the sight, waiting on the guilt of daylight to descend upon her.

It never did.

“Are you still sore?” she asked Dani.

Dani’s eyes never opened, but her mouth lifted in a smile. “In more ways than one.”