slid her hand down.
Grace’s breathing hitched before Lauren even touched her.
Their gazes still locked on each other in the mirror, Lauren brushed one finger over the folds of Grace’s sex, keeping the contact light at first, then started drawing slow circles around her clit.
Grace arched, seeking more contact, and rocked in time with each of Lauren’s movements. Heat radiated from her, filtering through Lauren’s blouse and sending her own body temperature skyrocketing.
God, how Lauren loved the way Grace reacted to her touch. She brushed her lips over the line of Grace’s jaw and closed her teeth over her earlobe, dragging a low moan from Grace.
“Inside.” Grace bucked her hips. “Now.”
Lauren gave her earlobe one last nip before whispering into her ear, “I’m the director, remember?” She rolled her fingers across Grace’s clitoris with a little more pressure.
Grace let out a groan that was part pleasure, part frustration. “Please.”
On the one hand, Lauren wanted to draw out every moment with Grace and make them both forget that she’d be leaving soon. On the other hand, she also wanted to give her whatever she needed, so she eased one finger inside.
With a loud moan, Grace rolled her head back against Lauren’s shoulder. Her eyes in the mirror grew heavy-lidded. Her hands restlessly roamed Lauren’s hips and the outside of her thighs. “Bed,” she got out, her voice sounding raw. “I can’t stand.”
“Oh, yes, you can. I’ll hold you up.” One arm wrapped around Grace from behind, Lauren began a slow, steady rhythm. The scent of Grace’s arousal drifted up, sending a rush of desire through Lauren. “God.” She bit her lip. “So wet.”
The little sounds Grace made spurred her on, so she slid a second finger inside while she kept watching her reflection in the mirror.
Grace’s groan of pleasure resonated through Lauren, and her nails dug into her hips.
“Feel good?” she whispered into Grace’s ear, intentionally bathing the rim of her ear with her hot breath.
All Grace managed was a nod. Her hips moved faster against Lauren’s fingers, urging them deeper.
Lauren’s pulse tripped. She sped up her movements, eager to push Grace even higher. If she twisted her fingers a certain way…
“Yes!” A raw cry escaped Grace. “There! Right…there.”
A rush of liquid heat coated Lauren’s fingers. Still angling her wrist, she used the heel of her hand to press against Grace’s clit. The muscles in her arm started to burn, but she ignored it.
Grace twisted her head around and sought out Lauren’s lips for a breathless kiss. Soon, she wrenched her mouth away, though, and sharply drew in air. Her breath came in short gulps as she rocked faster against Lauren.
When her legs started to shake, Lauren pulled her more firmly against her own body and steadied her. Grace’s hungry little sounds of need sent bolts of desire through her.
She could sense that Grace was close. Just as she was about to send her over the edge, a need of a different kind gripped Lauren. As hot as watching her in the mirror was, she wanted to be face-to-face when Grace came, wanted to see pleasure wash across her beautiful features firsthand, without having to rely on the reflection. “Wait. God, please, wait. I want to see you face-to-face.”
Exhaling sharply, Grace nodded.
Lauren pulled her around and immediately pressed kisses to Grace’s flushed chest and neck. She backed her up to lean against the closet and then started to thrust again.
Grace’s eyes drifted closed.
“Don’t close your eyes,” Lauren said in a throaty whisper. “Look at me. Look at me, Grace.”
With obvious effort, the incredibly blue eyes she loved fluttered open. Grace clutched two handfuls of Lauren’s blouse and surged against her.
They kissed again, this time with a much better angle, before Lauren tilted her head back to watch. She moved her fingers faster and flicked her thumb over Grace’s clit.
The first contractions of Grace’s muscles fluttered around her fingers. Grace’s grip on her blouse tightened. “Oh. Lauren! I…” Her mouth, swollen from their kisses, fell open, and she came with a long, low groan.
Lauren gentled her touch but kept up her rhythm, guiding Grace through her orgasm and drawing every bit of pleasure from her that she possibly could. She watched in awe as Grace’s eyes grew hazy and the flush on her face deepened.
Finally, Grace’s knees buckled and she collapsed against Lauren, who tightened her one-armed grip and held her close.
Small quakes continued to run through Grace.
When the quivering around her fingers stopped, Lauren eased her hand away and wrapped her right