The Right Time (80 page)

Townsend’s breathing quickened, her body squirming under Hennessy. Each time those perfect breasts pressed into Hennessy’s, her pulse beat harder until she had to squeeze her legs together for the slightest bit of relief.

Pulling away, gasping for air, she looked down at Townsend. Golden hair in disarray, eyes half closed, nostrils flaring as her chest rose and fell—every part of her filled with need. Hennessy’s pulse pounded, demanding more. She shifted down until her mouth was poised above a firm nipple, a perfect bit of flesh just made for her mouth. Smiling at the expectant look in Townsend’s eyes, she dipped her head and tasted her skin, amazed that there wasn’t a hint of foreignness to it. It was like a part of herself. As she kissed and suckled she devoted herself to the sensation, with her body squirming. Tendrils of arousal shot through her. Townsend gripped her shoulders hard enough to leave bruises, urging her on no matter how lustily she consumed her.

Gasping for breath, Hennessy lifted her head to watch Townsend, eyes closed, mouth slightly open, head thrown back in what looked like true sensual bliss. Hennessy dove back in, ravenous for her, the need that thrummed in her unlike any she’d ever felt. It was almost too much. Her hunger was so great, so demanding she had the slightest fear that she’d hurt Townsend in some way. But looking into that gorgeous face, a face so trusting and open, made her realize she’d never hurt her. Their love could only soothe and heal, never harm.

A burst of feeling surged through her body and she longed to tell Townsend everything that was in her heart. But they had time for talk. Years and years to spend, sharing everything. Now she had to abandon her trusty words to speak with her body.

With a renewed burst of feeling, Hennessy once again moved across Townsend’s body, exploring deeper. Each part of her was a revelation. Every valley and peak a true delight. Townsend moaned insensibly as Hennessy claimed every part of her geography. She wasn’t sure how or when she’d turned her over but she found herself poised right above her muscular ass, kissing adorable dimples. Townsend swiveled her hips as she panted out her need. “Please,” she moaned softly, the plea going right to Hennessy’s heart.

Gently, she turned her, finding herself right where Townsend needed her. Strong legs opened slowly and Hennessy climbed onto the sofa and settled herself, not a hint of indecision. She needed Townsend like she needed the sun. Her mouth watered as she stared at the pale skin at the tops of Townsend’s thighs, skin as soft and alluring as any on earth. An inch or two of skin, as fascinating as the Western Hemisphere. Focusing, she dipped her head and tasted her for the first time.
Magic.
She was home. Back to the place she’d never been but had longed for her entire adult life. Home to Townsend.

Townsend lay on her side, watching Hennessy’s body begin to relax. Her hair was a mess, with black strands haphazardly draped across her face and much of her pillow. A splotchy flush bloomed on her chest, along with splashes of pink upon her cheeks. She’d never been more beautiful. Unable to resist, Townsend slipped her fingers into Hennessy’s wetness and started to explore once again. Hennessy grabbed her wrist with surprising strength. “You might kill me,” she panted, still out of breath.

“Mmm.” Townsend was on her knees, in front of the sofa, close enough to murmur into Hennessy’s pink ear. “You’re tougher than you think. Just one more…” Her fingers eased forward as Hennessy resisted for a mere second, then settled down and opened her thighs.

“Maybe just one more,” she allowed, turning to smile languidly. “There are worse ways to go.”

Townsend was draped over her, unable to move more than an inch away. She’d never known how vital it was to be touching every part of Hennessy, but she was now bound to her, body and soul. “If you think I’m going to risk losing you now that I’ve got you…”

Hennessy gasped as Townsend’s fingers hit a spot she’d discovered much earlier. Gorgeous blue eyes flitted closed as a satisfied smile settled upon her lips. “I know you wouldn’t hurt me on purpose, but you can’t feel how my heart’s racing.”

“Yes, I can.” Townsend put her ear right over Hennessy’s chest, listening to the strong, true beat. “It’s right as rain.”

“Oh. Well, then have at it.” She giggled as her legs opened and she pressed herself against Townsend’s fingers. “You’re almost… Oh, yeah. That’s the spot.”

Townsend tucked an arm around her and pulled her close. Her fingers probed deeply, making Hennessy purr. Townsend smiled at the adorable sounds that poured from Hennessy, surprising and delighting her. She thought she’d be quiet, maybe even tentative about expressing herself. In fact, she was anything but. This woman knew what she liked and wasn’t afraid to tell you when you hit the right spots. Such a wonderful trait in a lover.

“I’m close,” she whispered, her eyes closed as she concentrated.

Townsend squeezed her tightly. “Show me how you touch yourself. I want to see that beautiful hand touch my new favorite place on earth.”

With a wry smile, Hennessy slipped a hand between her legs and let it rest atop Townsend’s for a moment. “I can’t tell you how fantastic it feels to have you inside me.”

“I’m going to be here a lot,” Townsend promised. “You’re going to have to call the county to evict me.”

“You’re always welcome.” She bit at her lip and let out a soft moan. “You’re so good at that.” Her hand moved up and she growled with pleasure as her fingers touched her own skin. Townsend had to watch. She moved her head until she could see those beautiful fingers skim over glistening skin. She’d thought she was done for the day but an insistent tingling signaled she’d need another few minutes of Hennessy’s attention.

“You’re the sexiest woman alive,” Townsend murmured as chills raced through her body. Watching Hennessy touch herself made her feel like they’d just started to make love. Untapped desire thrummed through her like a locomotive, inexorably driving her to press her thighs together to ease a bit of the pressure.

Hennessy turned and met her eyes. There…for innumerable times that day, they shared a sensation, some deep knowingness that took her breath away. No one knew her better than Hennessy. No one ever could. After all they’d been through…all of the joys and pains of growing up, growing together, growing apart…everything was right where it belonged.

In this place.

With this woman.

The love of her life.

The End

Novels

Arbor Vitae

All That Matters

Cherry Grove

Girl Meets Girl

The Lies That Bind

The Legacy

Doublecrossed

Smooth Sailing

How To Wrangle a Woman

Almost Heaven

The Crush

The Reunion

Inside Out

Out of Whack

Homecoming

The Right Time

Serial Novel

I Found My Heart In San Francisco

Awakenings: Book One

Beginnings: Book Two

Coalescence: Book Three

Disclosures: Book Four

Entwined: Book Five

Fidelity: Book Six

Getaway: Book Seven

Honesty: Book Eight

Intentions: Book Nine

Journeys: Book Ten

Karma: Book Eleven

Lifeline: Book Twelve

Monogamy: Book Thirteen

Nurture: Book Fourteen

Osmosis: Book Fifteen

Paradigm: Book Sixteen

Quandary: Book Seventeen

Renewal: Book Eighteen

Synchronicity: Book Nineteen

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