With a muffled thump, Mary's knees hit the rug. Knee to knee, breast to breast, face to face, their bodies were just a few inches away from each other.
“Oh, Eveline,” she whispered. “I love you, too.”
And Mary kissed her with a pent-up force that was like the breaking of a dam when the flood-waters burst through.
Passionate but tender, innocent but wise, her mouth tasted of wine and desire. Her arms slipped around her, holding her gently. Evey groaned into her mouth as her hands moved down her back to knead her buttocks through the material of her bathrobe. Inside the robe, her body caught fire. Her n*****s tightened into hard points on her chest, and her skin flushed, hot blood showing proof of her arousal.
Patience, she told herself. She ached to take control, to pull off Mary's clot
