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

Quinn a thing or two, like how to dance a proper salsa in the back garden. A woman whom Quinn had delighted with her tongue mere minutes ago. A woman whose hand was drifting down Quinn’s thigh.

While their tongues kept dancing, their mouths so eager for each other, Maya’s fingertips slid along Quinn’s sex.

Quinn moaned into Maya’s mouth. She was so ready for her. So thoroughly wet for her. But Maya didn’t immediately slip a finger inside. Instead, she lightly circled Quinn’s clit, making her muscles tense.

Maya broke their kiss and looked at Quinn.

Fuck, Maya was so beautiful. Her eyes so dark, her hair so full and perfectly wavy and even in the half-light of the bedroom, her effortless elegance was still so evident, as though she simply had no other way to carry herself.

In another life, under different circumstances, Quinn thought, as Maya’s finger kept skirting along her clit, this could be something. If Quinn had met Maya somewhere else, if she wasn’t her parents’ neighbor, Quinn would go after her like nobody’s business. Then, all thoughts in her head came to an abrupt halt, because, ever so slowly, Maya pushed a finger inside. Quinn’s breath stalled in her throat. Her already tense muscles constricted further in delicious anticipation. Maya’s finger moved inside her and it was as though the motion dislodged something at Quinn’s center. It undid all the tension she’d created between them—and inside herself—over the past two days. Because of course Quinn had put on a display, in her skimpy bikini, when she pushed herself out of the pool slowly, when she presented Maya with a cocktail that was a touch too strong. Quinn could let go of all of that now. She let her muscles relax. She let herself be exactly who she was—a woman enjoying the attention of another woman. And what a woman Maya was.

Maya added another finger and ramped up the intensity of her strokes inside Quinn. She gazed deep into Quinn’s eyes.

With the smidgen of clarity she had left, Quinn stared back, and the way Maya was looking at her multiplied the effect of what her fingers were doing a thousandfold. Because there was no doubt that Maya was enjoying the hell out of this. The evidence of that joy was plastered all across Maya’s face.

“Oh, fuck,” Quinn groaned. “Oh, Maya.”

Hearing her name must have spurred Maya on because she brought her thumb into play. As though she’d never done anything else in her life, she edged it along Quinn’s clit every time she drove her fingers deep inside.

Maya leaned in and kissed Quinn lightly on the lips while her fingers delved deep inside of her and her thumb drove Quinn a little bit crazier with every minute movement it made. But it was the gentleness of Maya’s kiss that finally tipped her over the edge. It was Maya’s hot breath on her cheeks. Her nearness and the intimacy it created between them. Maybe, subconsciously, Quinn had expected things to be less intimate between them, but ever since their hips had connected while dancing, all distance between them had dissipated.

Quinn believed it was for that reason that when she came at Maya’s fingers, with a hard tremor in her muscles and an unexpected lump forming in the back her throat, she knew she would never forget how Maya had made her feel. She knew she would want to recreate that same sensation over and over again. Because it wasn’t just physically satisfying, it also healed something deep inside her. The wound Rachel had left her with when she’d told her they should no longer see each other. That there was no future for them together. Their difference in age had been an easy enough excuse, but Quinn knew it wasn’t the only and possibly not the real reason they had split up—because the real reason was that Rachel had stopped loving her the way she once had. It was only now, in Maya’s arms, that she could finally accept that and know that, one day, she would be loved again.

Quinn’s eyes fell shut as her climax rolled through her body. When she opened them again, she witnessed the sweetest smile she had ever seen. It was so kind and heartfelt that it made Quinn wonder if it was that smile and the comfort it offered, that she’d been looking for all along. She wanted to capture and bottle it so she could carry it with her always—turn to it when needed—as she picked her life back up after Rachel.

Quinn could only smile back and enjoy the warmth that ran through her, that penetrated the most unreachable chambers of her heart, and assured her that, in the end, everything would be all right.

Maya gently retracted her fingers and, as she did, her smile changed. “Can you believe I’ve never done anything like this before?”

“Not for a single second,” Quinn replied.

Maya chuckled. “I don’t mean in the sense that I might be a natural at it.” She gave a gentle shake of the head. “I just mean… I don’t know. Before this weekend, I never really gave it much thought. And I certainly never expected it to be so… absolutely amazing.”

“Being with a woman?” Quinn pushed herself up on her elbows. “Trust me, it very much depends on the woman. And you are an utterly divine woman, Maya.”

“Am I?” Her smile changed into one of mischief now, assuring Quinn that this was going to be a long night of satisfying discovery.

“Fuck yes.” Quinn pulled Maya near because she wanted more of her, she wanted more than to just look at her, she wanted to be sure that she wasn’t imagining that this night was far from over.

“Wait,” Maya whispered in her ear. “Tell me about your tattoo first.” She put her head in the crook of Quinn’s shoulder and ran her finger over Quinn’s lower belly again. “What does it mean?”

Quinn curled her arm tightly around Maya—as though, if it were up to