Chapter 6
Lia tasted like coffee and lipstick and startled pleasure; she kissed like someone who took kissing seriously, grave and sweet and attentive to every inch of Verity’s mouth. Verity leaned in more, plunged hands into that waterfall of hair, turned the braid into a loose exuberant flood; she licked at Lia’s lower lip, nibbled lightly, chased and teased that tongue with her own. Lia moved against her, under her; somehow they’d melted lower onto the couch, legs tangling, Verity on top.
Lia’s hands snuck up under Verity’s striped shirt, found bare skin; Verity breathed, “Yes,” into the kiss, and tugged at that borrowed shirt in turn. Her body hummed with need; her n*****s grew tighter, and heat built in her jeans.
They sat up enough to lose shirts. Lia, spread out all pink and whit
