Pulse racing, she crawled up and buried her face in Tilly’s neck. Her hands slid over Tilly’s belly. “I’m crazy about you.” Higher, to the band of her bra. “Can I take this off?”

Tilly arched from the bed to find the clasp at her back, and at once, Kate’s hands were tugging the straps from her shoulders, flinging the garment to the floor. Holding herself above Tilly, she lowered her chest. Tilly dropped her gaze, her chin trembling as she watched their softness mould together.

Kate swallowed. “Are you okay?” The sensation was mind-blowing for her—she couldn’t imagine how intense it must be for Tilly.

Tilly held her gaze. Taking Kate’s hand from her waist, she skimmed it low until she pressed Kate’s fingers over her core. Her hips twitched up into Kate’s caress. Kate groaned. Softly, her fingers parted Tilly through lace. Tilly’s eyes slipped shut. Kate bit her lip, teased lower, pressed. Suddenly, Tilly’s eyes snapped open. Her lips parted.

Awareness chased down Kate’s spine like ice water. At once, her hand froze. “Too much?” she whispered, hoping her gaze was as soft as she intended.

Tilly’s hips rolled against her stilled touch, searching for pressure. “No. I want…so much, but that’s…”

Kate slid her hand higher, across her abdomen. She smiled, understanding. “We won’t do that. Okay?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t. Don’t be sorry.” She pressed a tender kiss to the corner of Tilly’s mouth. “I don’t have to be inside you for this to be everything. It already is, okay? It’s already everything.” She expelled a breath against Tilly’s jawline. “We can stop. We don’t have to do anything more. I don’t want your mind to be anywhere but here with me.”

Hands clutching at the small of Kate’s back, Tilly shook her head. “I am. I’m here. Touch me, please.” She pushed Kate’s hand lower. “I don’t want to stop. Please.” As Kate circled her through lace, Tilly wrapped her hands around the posts of the bedframe. Her hips shot up from the mattress. “Kate. Kate…”

A groan caught at the back of her throat. “How does that feel?” Kate rasped.

Tilly’s eyelashes fluttered. “Don’t stop.”

Kate kissed Tilly’s shoulder, the dampness of Tilly’s underwear at her fingertips making her dizzy with desperation. She lowered her mouth to Tilly’s ear and kissed the point of her jaw. “I want to kiss you where my fingers are.”

Tilly whimpered.

Kate had to be sure. “Is that something you want?”

Tilly nodded. “Yes. Please.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Kate.”

Fuck.

Edging Tilly’s knees apart, Kate sank between them. She littered kisses on the insides of soft thighs. Higher. Kate exhaled sharply and Tilly squirmed, breath hitching. Yes. Gently, she lowered her lips to the apex of Tilly’s legs, where lace was dark, saturated. With a gasp, Tilly arched from the bed.

At the sound of Kate’s name leaving Tilly’s lips, Kate held back a moan. Hooking her fingers around the band of Tilly’s underwear, she drew it down her legs.