Sheltering Dunes (21 page)

“We gotta stop,” Mica murmured. “Your side.”

“I’m okay.” Flynn skimmed her tongue over Mica’s lower lip. “You have a beautiful mouth. I think I could be happy kissing you forever.”

Mica’s hips surged. The look in Flynn’s stormy blue eyes melted every wall she’d ever built to keep herself from breaking. Flynn was already too close, already had too much power. “You’re gonna hurt when your brain starts working again.”

“If you want to stop, we’ll stop.” Flynn licked Mica’s throat from the hollow between her collarbones to the sensitive spot under her jaw. “But my brain is working fine and it’s saying I want you. I want your mouth again. Kiss me. Just one more time.”

Mica couldn’t say no. She couldn’t bear to see the light in Flynn’s eyes disappear. She wanted to make her burn the way she burned. Flynn’s desire for her made her want to cry. The sweetness of Flynn’s touch was as sharp as a perfect blade, piercing without pain to her core. “One,” she whispered. “You get one more.”

Flynn wrapped Mica’s thick hair around her wrist and slowly drew her head down until their mouths were a breath apart. “Make it a long one.”

Mica brushed her mouth back and forth over Flynn’s and teased her tongue over the silky inner surface of Flynn’s lower lip. Flynn sucked lightly on her tongue and her clit pulsed rapidly. She couldn’t stop at one, she was drunk on the headiness of Flynn’s taste. She slipped her tongue inside and played in the recesses of Flynn’s mouth, stroking and probing, her kisses becoming harder, more demanding. She wanted her. She wanted her in places she couldn’t touch. Groaning, Mica straddled Flynn’s thigh and rocked her hips. Her breasts brushed Flynn’s and her nipples tingled. Never like this before. Never.

The sounds Flynn made in the back of her throat stabbed through Mica like sweet agony. She couldn’t get enough of Flynn’s mouth, couldn’t get deep enough inside her. She wanted to crawl inside Flynn’s skin, but hers felt as if it were going to burst open any second.

Mica yanked her head back. “I can’t breathe.
Dios.
I’m going to explode.”

“Okay, okay. We’ll slow down.” Flynn caressed her cheek, the light strokes calming Mica’s racing heart. “Better? You good now?”

Mica caught her breath, but her hips pumped of their own accord. She was naked except for the T-shirt and so wet. Every time her clitoris slid against Flynn’s hard thigh she wanted to come. She was so close her stomach cramped. She stared at her fingers, gripping Flynn’s forearms until her knuckles were white. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Flynn’s hands glided up and down her back, soothing one second, exciting her to the point of screaming the next. “What are you sorry for?”

“Holding you too hard.” Mica’s sex tightened and she gasped. “Bruising you.”

“You feel wonderful. You’re not hurting me.”

Mica fought back a whimper and tugged her lower lip between her teeth. Spots danced before her eyes. Her throat tightened. She was on the edge of coming, and if she did, if she did…panic swelled in her chest. She’d never felt so vulnerable, so out of control. “I don’t know…Flynn. Help me.”

Flynn’s eyes darkened and her hands tightened on Mica’s ass. “Mica. Have you ever—”

“Not like this. Not like this. I can’t…” But oh, she wanted to. Wanted to so much.

“You don’t have to.” Flynn grasped her shoulders. “Mica, stop. Just…lie down beside me. Everything is perfect, just as it is. We don’t need to do anything else. We don’t—”

“No. Don’t go.” Mica kissed her again, needing to taste her, needing to breathe her in, anything to give her something to hold on to. She was flying away. Losing herself. She was terrified, amazed. Flynn tasted so good. Flynn’s arms tightened around her waist and Mica rocked against Flynn’s pelvis. Flynn’s fingers came into her hair, holding her, massaging her. Everywhere she burned. The tension in her loins grew harder, brighter, and she felt herself expanding. Electric shocks radiated from someplace deep inside her—down her legs, along her spine. She moaned into Flynn’s neck. “Feels so good. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” Flynn whispered, trailing her mouth down Mica’s throat. She pushed Mica’s T-shirt up and kissed her breast.

Mica whimpered, the heat of Flynn’s mouth setting her aflame. Her clitoris tightened into a hard knot. “More, do more.”

Flynn pulled Mica’s nipple into her mouth and Mica felt herself coil inside the way she did before she came. She cupped Flynn’s neck, holding Flynn’s face to her breast, watched Flynn’s eyes glaze with desire. As long as she could see Flynn, see her desire, she wasn’t afraid. She pressed her clit hard into Flynn’s leg and her control unraveled. “Make me come.”

Flynn sucked her nipple, biting lightly.

“Harder.” Mica twisted her fingers in Flynn’s hair, rode Flynn’s thigh faster, soaked her leg. Panting, she pushed her breast harder against Flynn’s mouth. Her vision tunneled until all she saw was Flynn’s face. Through a haze of unbearable need, she clung to Flynn’s fierce bright gaze. Burning for her. Mica’s ass clenched. “I’m so so close.”

Mica cried out, pleasure tearing through her. Her arms turned to jelly and she sagged against Flynn, quivering, racked with pleasure. She’d never come so hard before. She shuddered and another orgasm rippled through her. She moaned and clung to Flynn. “What’s happening to me?”

Flynn cradled Mica’s face in the curve of her neck and kissed her throat. “You’re all right. Mica, you’re all right. I promise.”

Mica closed her eyes. For just one minute, she wanted to believe.

Reese pulled into the deserted clinic lot as the first hint of sunrise colored the eastern sky a moody purple. She unlocked the front door and traversed the waiting area with the aid of the faint light coming from the hallway on the far side of the reception desk. She remembered the first time she’d entered the building in the middle of the night after answering a 911 call about a possible break-in. That was the day she’d met Tory. She smiled at the memory of their unexpected meeting in a darkened room and Tory’s swift, very effective self-defense move. If she hadn’t been in so much pain, she would’ve realized she was falling in love at that very moment.

Now all the examining room doors were closed, and her footsteps echoed in the silence, but the walk to Tory’s office was a familiar one. The door was slightly ajar and the reading lamp on the corner of Tory’s overladen desk lit the room with faint yellow light. Tory was asleep on the sofa, partially curled on her side, one arm pillowing her cheek, her legs drawn up. Her right hand rested on her stomach, as if protecting even now what might be growing within. Reese knelt by the sofa and kissed Tory’s forehead. “Hi, baby.”

“Good, you’re back,” Tory murmured, sliding her hand up Reese’s arm and across her shoulder to the back of her neck. She pulled Reese down for another kiss.

Tory’s mouth was warm, her fingers firm and familiar on Reese’s neck. The surge of tenderness and desire she always felt on seeing Tory after they’d been apart kindled in her stomach. “Time to go home.”

Tory kissed her again. “I didn’t know you’d be coming back for me. Thought you’d send Allie or one of the others.”

“Allie is still filling out reports and chasing some leads on the computer. The rest are out looking for the assailant.”

Tory rose up on her elbow and tugged Reese down so she was sitting on the sofa. Then Tory settled her head in Reese’s lap. “Getting anywhere?”

“I’m not sure.” Reese stroked Tory’s cheek.

“You sound worried.”

“I am, a little bit. What you told me about the tattoo—La Mara—it’s a gang tattoo. A particularly nasty gang. I don’t know if what happened here in town is related to that or not, but it stands to reason it could be.”

“And you don’t believe in coincidences.”

Reese sifted strands of Tory’s auburn hair through her fingers, noticing a few new strands of gray. She liked them. Tory got more beautiful every day. “No, I don’t. I at least have to consider that what’s going on has something to do with her gang affiliation.”

“Just how serious might this be?”

“Hard to tell.” Reese heard the concern behind Tory’s question and tried to deflect it. She wasn’t sure how big a problem this might be, and no matter what the situation, she didn’t want Tory worrying about it. “Nothing we can’t handle.”

“You’d say that no matter what you thought.” Tory rubbed her cheek against Reese’s stomach. “I’m never going to break you of the habit of trying to protect me, am I?”

Reese brushed the backs of her fingers over Tory’s cheek. “Probably not. I don’t know any other way to love you.”

“I know that.” Tory caught Reese’s hand and kissed her knuckles. “That’s why I’m not giving you a harder time.”

“You do the same thing, you just hide it better.”

Tory laughed. “Probably. Are you ready to take me home?”

“It’s still really early. We should probably leave Reggie with the grands.”

“You’re right. They won’t mind keeping her. I’ll stop by to see her before I come back to work and make sure everything is all right.”

“Sounds good. Maybe if we get lucky, we can even sleep in for a while.”

Tory sat up and kissed her. “We can always hope.”

*

Mica rolled onto her side with her back to Flynn and drew her knees up, curling in on herself. Flynn wrapped herself around Mica from behind, bending her legs so her hips fit against Mica’s ass. She slipped her arm around Mica’s waist and held her breast in one hand, pillowing her face against the back of Mica’s shoulder. She kissed the curve of her shoulder. “You’re beautiful.”

Mica was silent for so long Flynn wondered if she had gone immediately to sleep.

“I don’t know how to make you come,” Mica finally whispered.

“You don’t have to.”

“You don’t want to?”

Mica was so stiff, Flynn wondered if she was in pain. Maybe the guy had hurt her worse than she’d let on. Flynn instinctively drew her closer. “I never said that. Feeling you get excited, holding you while you came, turned me on really a lot. I’m wet for you. Hard for you.”

“Jesus.” Mica fumbled for Flynn’s hand and gripped Flynn’s fingers tight. “I know how it works, I just don’t know what you want—not sure where to start.”

“Do you want to?”

“Make you come?”

“Yes.”

Mica twisted until she was on her back, staring up at Flynn. “Yeah. I do.”

“You could start by kissing me again. Pretty much drives me right to the edge.”

“Jeez, you’re kind of easy.” Mica grinned a little unevenly.

“Not so much. You’re just mega-sexy.”

“Yeah?”

Mica’s tone was playful on the surface, but a shadow of uncertainty swept across her face. Flynn’s heart twisted. How could she not know how amazing she was? Flynn could barely stand to think of who had touched her before and failed to tell her how special she was. The fury that seethed in her belly gentled her voice. “Like nobody I’ve ever known before.”

“Shut up,” Mica ordered, but she was smiling for real when she slid her arm around Flynn’s shoulders and tugged her down for another kiss.

The kiss was every bit as sweet and hot as the ones before, only now Flynn couldn’t concentrate on the slide of Mica’s mouth on hers. She was tied up in knots inside. When Mica had orgasmed, Flynn’s clit pounded so hard she thought she might come herself. She was still pounding, so tightly wound inside she wondered if she could come at all. She wanted Mica to touch her, but whatever happened between them needed to be Mica’s choice. She doubted Mica had had many choices in her life, especially around sex.

Mica’s fingers trailed down her throat and over her chest. When Mica cupped her breast, Flynn jerked.

“No?” Mica breathed against her mouth.

“Yes, please, yes.” Flynn groaned.

Mica made a humming sound in her throat and squeezed Flynn’s breast gently. Flynn’s nipple hardened against Mica’s palm, and a small strangled sound escaped her throat.

“You like that,” Mica said, no doubt in her voice.

Panting, Flynn nodded. “Yeah, I do. When you do it, I like it.”

Mica nibbled on Flynn’s lower lip and Flynn’s hips started to rock. She needed to come and she didn’t want to push Mica. Maybe she should masturbate, maybe that would make things easier for Mica. She kept her hands fisted at her sides. She wanted to wait, she wanted to let Mica decide. But she wanted to come so bad.

“You’re vibrating.” Mica dragged her teeth down Flynn’s throat.

“Can’t help it. You’re driving me crazy,” Flynn confessed.

“Yeah? Excited, huh?”

“So, so bad. You make me so hot.”

Mica slid her hand down Flynn’s belly. “You’re really tight. I like that.”

Flynn’s arms and legs trembled. Air rushed in and out of her lungs so fast she was light-headed. “Mica, I’m sorry. I want to go slow, but I need you so much.”

“You do?”

Flynn moaned. “So much I can’t stand it.”

Mica drew circles on her stomach with her nails and echoed the movement on Flynn’s breast with her tongue. Electricity shot through Flynn’s belly and struck her clitoris like a high-voltage current. She jerked, her legs quivering.