At Your Most Beautiful, Harper Bliss [books to get back into reading .TXT] 📗

the deftness of Quinn’s tongue and the strength of her intentions. She let herself be caught in the storm of delight that engulfed her, that prickled on her skin and glowed in her blood.

“Oh, Quinn,” Maya moaned, because she wanted to acknowledge, for both of them, that this was all Quinn’s doing.

Chapter 8

Maya pulled Quinn up into an embrace so tight, Quinn had a little trouble breathing. But she would catch her breath later. Her body was energized by what she had just witnessed. Maya Mercer enjoying a glorious orgasm. Quinn would never in her life forget the moment when Maya cried out her name as she came. It counted as one of the biggest wins of her twenty-four-year existence.

Maya huffed out some air and loosened her grip on Quinn a fraction. Quinn could feel how she lightly shook her head.

“Jesus, Quinn,” Maya said. “That was fucking spectacular.”

Quinn kissed Maya’s cheek. “I only ever aim to please.” She knew she sounded cocky. It was how she felt. Last night, alone in her bed, this was all she’d dreamed of, and now here she lay, in Maya’s arms, not an inch of space between their naked bodies.

“Don’t you feel any ambivalence?” Maya asked, on a small sigh.

“None.” Quinn kissed Maya on the lips this time. “Why would I be ambivalent about something as beautiful”—She traced her fingertip along Maya’s cheek—“as what we just did.”

Maya chuckled. “You’re such a sweet-talker.”

“Not just a talker.” Quinn kissed Maya’s neck and inhaled her scent. She wanted her again already. She wanted to make this night count, although, already, in the back of her mind, Quinn was making plans to sneak out of the house the next night and the next—she’d be wanting a repeat performance of this for as long as she would be staying at her parents.

Maya placed her palms on Quinn’s cheeks and pulled her nearer. She looked into her eyes. “I want you too, Quinn,” she said, and Quinn almost dissolved into a puddle there and then. Maybe Maya had been with a woman before. Quinn didn’t know because she hadn’t asked, and she wasn’t going to now. But whomever Maya had shared her bed with in the past, the fact that she was in bed with Quinn right now didn’t seem to unnerve her too much. If she had any reservations at all, she hid them well behind the desire in her eyes.

Quinn nodded as another wave of lust rolled through her.

“Do I finally get to see that tattoo now?” Maya didn’t wait for a reply, but pushed herself out of their embrace. She placed her warm hand on Quinn’s hot skin, then slid it down to Quinn’s shorts. Then she folded herself over Quinn’s belly, as though she was going to do so much more than finally decipher Quinn’s tattoo, unleashing yet another avalanche of arousal that tore through Quinn’s muscles.

Maya traced a finger along Quinn’s belly as she read out loud. “Your secret’s safe with me,” she whispered, then looked back at Quinn with a grin on her lips. “Maybe you can share that secret with me later.”

Quinn flashed her tongue along her lips and nodded again. Maya’s face was too close to where all the energy in her body converged—to the throbbing center between her legs—for Quinn to explain now anyway. She was about ready to implode.

Maya maneuvered herself so she could slide Quinn’s shorts and bikini bottoms off her.

For all her bravado of the past few hours and days, when Maya came to lay next to her and she felt the soft expanse of her naked skin safe and warm against her own, Quinn was momentarily overwhelmed. Despite the raging fire beneath her skin, she needed to take a pause. This wasn’t just about the thrill of the conquest. Of finding herself in bed with a gorgeous, semi-forbidden woman. Quinn genuinely liked Maya.

She could hardly claim to have any feelings for her that were anything else than generated by lust, but Quinn did care for Maya. She’d been someone on the periphery of her life for a very long time. She wanted the best for Maya. She wanted her to have better than unmemorable dates with uninspiring middle-aged men. But more than what Quinn might want for Maya in that moment, she felt her desire reflected back at her, and was there ever anything more delightful than another woman wanting you just as much as you wanted her?

Maya ran a finger over Quinn’s tattoo again, as though her hand was drawn to it magnetically. Rachel most certainly had been fascinated with Quinn’s tattoo as well. But no. No thoughts of Rachel right now. Rachel was the past. Maya was the now. And who knew what the future might bring? Although Quinn had a very good idea what the very near future had in store for her. More desire. More pleasure. More Maya.

She spread her legs for Maya and the simple act of doing so lifted her to a higher level of arousal. Because soon it wouldn’t just be air caressing her there. It would be Maya. Whether it would be her tongue or her fingers, Quinn didn’t much care. As long as it was Maya, who had danced for her so sensually, and who had flirted with her, and made her feel so desirable, so utterly wanted, that Quinn could hardly remember why Rachel had dumped her.

Maya leaned in and kissed her. Their tongues flitted in and out of each other’s mouth.

Quinn ran her hands along Maya’s back, she held on to her hips, dug her fingertips into the strong muscles of her thighs. Quinn had meant what she had said to Maya the day before. As far as she was concerned, Maya was at her most beautiful right now. A woman who had already lived a large portion of her life but still had decades in front of her, with all the wisdom and grace she had already accumulated. A woman who could teach