Page 44 of Unfinished Desire
Tamsyn brushed her nose lightly against Isla’s. “Yes, that. And finding each other irresistible, no matter where we are.”
Tamsyn’s laugh dissolved into a sharp inhale as Isla’s teeth grazed her neck. The tent’s nylon walls fluttered in the breeze, and the lantern light cast shadows across Isla’s bare shoulders. Her hands slid beneath Tamsyn’s tank top, fingertips skating up her ribs as she peeled it over Tamsyn’s head. Every touch was like a slow-burning fuse.
“Still overthinking the wildlife?” Isla murmured against her throat, hooking a thumb under Tamsyn’s shorts.
“Not anymore.”
Isla’s smile was a brush of lips as she pulled the shorts over Tamsyn’s hips, down her legs and tossed them somewhere neartheir tangled boots. Isla straddled her wife’s hips with her boxers riding low enough to make Tamsyn’s pulse skip. “Better?”
“Getting there.” Tamsyn gripped Isla’s waist and then traced her thumbs over the arc of her hipbones. “But you’re still wearing entirely too much.”
Isla leaned back just enough to reach between them, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her boxers. “You’re impatient.”
“Very.”
Isla pushed the shorts down her thighs, and Tamsyn helped peel them the rest of the way off before they landed in a soft heap on the tent floor.
Tamsyn’s breath caught. Isla settled over her with a familiar heat, and for a second she could only hold on and look at her.
Isla bent forward and brushed her mouth gently over Tamsyn’s. “Hi, wife.”
The word wife did something dangerous to Tamsyn’s chest. Her hands slid up Isla’s back, then around to her breasts, holding her there. “Hi.”
Isla kissed her again, slow and deep this time, and Tamsyn felt her smile against her mouth. “You’re so beautiful. How did I get this lucky?”
Tamsyn’s fingers tightened softly at her back. “I think we both won the ultimate love lottery.”
“We did,” Isla whispered as she shifted down Tamsyn’s body. Her mouth trailed kisses between her breasts and down her stomach. Each kiss was soft, and Tamsyn’s breath grew shallow as Isla moved lower still. She pressed her lips just below Tamsyn’s belly button, then inched further down until her shoulders were between Tamsyn’s legs.
Tamsyn’s hands went to Isla’s hair. “You’re trying to kill me.”
“Not yet.” Isla glanced up through dark lashes, then pressed her mouth to the inside of Tamsyn’s thigh. Her breath was warm and close, and Tamsyn’s hips shifted involuntarily.
Then Isla’s tongue was on her, sliding between her folds in one slow, firm stroke, and Tamsyn nearly forgot how to breathe. Her head tipped back against the sleeping bag as Isla licked her again and then circled her clit with a flattened tongue. Every nerve in her body focused on that single point of contact.
“God, Isla.”
Isla hummed against her, the vibration sending fresh heat through Tamsyn’s body. Her tongue moved faster now, flicking and teasing until Tamsyn’s thighs trembled. Then Isla slid one finger inside her, and Tamsyn gasped.
“OMG, yes.”
Isla pumped slowly, her mouth still working Tamsyn’s clit in perfect rhythm. The combination was overwhelming. Tamsyn gripped Isla’s hair harder as her hips moved against her wife’s mouth. Isla added a second finger, curling them just right, and Tamsyn’s breath came in ragged gasps.
“I’m close,” she managed.
Isla didn’t slow down. Her tongue moved faster and her fingers pumped deeper until Tamsyn felt herself unraveling. The orgasm hit hard and suddenly, ripping through her in waves that left her shaking.
For a moment, neither of them moved. Then Isla crawled back up Tamsyn’s body, kissing her way across her stomach and ribs until her mouth found Tamsyn’s again. The taste of herself on Isla’s lips sent a fresh spark of heat through her.
Tamsyn grinned and grabbed her wife’s hips. “Come wrap those thighs around my face and sit on my mouth.”
Isla bit her lip, and then her smile turned wicked. “Careful what you offer, wife. I might decide this is how I want to spend every night for the next five months.”
“Sounds like the perfect itinerary.”
Isla let out a moan and moved up Tamsyn’s body until her knees bracketed Tamsyn’s face. Her thighs trembled slightlyas she shifted her weight, hesitating for just a second before Tamsyn’s hands gripped her hips and pulled her down.
The first contact made Isla’s breath hitch. Tamsyn’s tongue swept through her folds, and Isla’s fingers found the tent’s support pole for balance. She rolled her hips front to back, and Tamsyn groaned beneath her, the sound vibrating against her center.
