Tilly gasped for breath. Kate released her back onto the bed and shifted into a sweeter position. Tilly was silent as she stared up at Kate from the pillow, her mouth falling open. “I…”

She couldn’t hear it. Not when Tilly had made no promises, when there was so much uncertainty. She grasped Tilly’s chin between her fingers. “Just kiss me.”

Their lips met, slowly, without finesse, and when Kate opened her eyes, she found Tilly’s pupils blown. She looked turned on beyond belief. Her belly undulated against Kate’s, her pointed nipples dragging against Kate’s chest. Kate pulled gently at one of her nipples. “Don’t we feel good together?”

Tilly moaned.

Kate dipped her head and licked the sweat from Tilly’s clavicle. Just the sound of her wanton little whimpers was going to make Kate come fast and hard. Knowing that Tilly wanted this just as much as Kate was lovely and beautiful and soul-cleansing, but it was also painfully erotic, driving Kate to the brink with each roll of her hips.

Tilly looked close to coming again. Hair was stuck to her neck, spilling over her breasts. Her face was flushed, skin salty against Kate’s tongue. “Can you feel it?” Kate gasped.

Tilly’s nails marked crescents against Kate’s ribcage. “Yes.”

Kate was almost there too, ridiculously, embarrassingly close. When their eyes met, green on blue, it almost felt like too much. She buried her face in Tilly’s neck.

Trying to hold herself back from the edge, Kate slipped a hand between them. In seconds, Tilly was shuddering beneath her, the muscles in her thigh tensing for Kate, and quickly Kate was flying into an orgasm, pulsing against Tilly’s leg and crying out.

Boneless and breathless, she smoothed a trembling hand over the sweaty strands at Tilly’s temple. Beneath her, Tilly twitched. Yes. Kate reached between them, her hand spreading lightly, but slender fingers shot down to grasp her own. “Not again,” Tilly husked. “It’s too much.”

Fighting for breath, Kate rolled off her.

Tilly clutched the sheet against her flushed chest. Rolling onto her side, she fixed her smiling eyes on Kate.

Silence settled. “What?” Kate asked hoarsely.

“You make love like you do everything else—with unbelievable arrogance.”

Over the sheet, Kate ran her hand across Tilly’s belly. Warmth seeped into her touch. “I can’t help it if I know what I want.” Her hand skirted higher. “What you want.”

Tilly’s eyelids fluttered shut as she drew a shaky breath.

Kate curled her index finger beneath Tilly’s chin and tilted her head up. Slowly, Tilly’s eyes opened. “You liked it?” Kate whispered. The way I was? The way we were together?

It wasn’t so much a question as it was a declaration. Tilly had revelled in Kate’s dominance in a way that surpassed simple compatibility. Their dynamic, as it turned out, was explosive. In her arms, Tilly had given herself over to Kate’s certainty, her practised touches and desperate hands. Tilly’s eyes were clear, focused. “Yes,” she said, voice steady.