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Tori knew instinctively that Miranda was right. No matter what she did, she couldn’t prove they were soulmates, especially if Miranda was that opposed to the idea, but it would get them what she thought they both wanted. Even if this was a night of fun and nothing more, even if they just needed to get it out of their system. Tori would take it. She needed to get back on the horse of dating, and Miranda offered a perfect opportunity.
“Try me.” Tori sat down fully, her knees pressing into the couch cushions against Miranda’s hips.
Miranda’s hands were on her thighs, fingers tightening. When had they gotten there? When had Miranda started touching her? God, Tori didn’t want her to stop. Tori wiggled slightly, every sensation, every touch, every physical connection between them pooling between her legs, heat radiating from her crotch right into Miranda’s lap. There was no denying anything now.
“Tori,” Miranda growled her name. “I think we’ve had enough to drink tonight.”
“Just as a reminder,” Tori said as she leaned in, pressing her lips close to Miranda’s ear. She closed her eyes and dragged in a deep breath, taking Miranda’s scent in fully for the first time ever. “You’re the one who refilled my drink when I said I wouldn’t be driving home if I had another. Was that an invitation?”
Miranda’s breath hitched. Tori could feel the dampness increase between her legs. This was exactly what they both wanted. It had to be.
“What do you want, Miranda? To test this theory or not?” Tori took a risk and sucked Miranda’s ear between her lips. She twirled her tongue along the edge, sucking gently.
Miranda moved her hands from Tori’s thighs up to her waist, to her breasts. She tilted her head to give Tori better access. Her thumb stroked Tori’s hardened nipple. Tori moaned, kissing down the side of Miranda’s neck to her collar bone.
“That’s exactly what I want,” Tori whispered. “But what do you want?”
“Tonight? You.”
Tori grinned. She moved back to look fully in Miranda’s face, to look into her eyes, making sure this was what they both wanted. Leaning in, she stopped a breath away from Miranda’s lips. “Are you my soulmate?”
“No.” Miranda tangled her hand in Tori’s hair and pulled her down.
Their lips pressed together tightly. Tori leaned in, holding onto the back of the couch as she held her position against Miranda. This was everything she had dreamed of and more. She didn’t want it to stop. She parted her mouth and slid her tongue out, ready for whatever taste Miranda would give her.
She had so lied when Siena had asked. She had lied to herself for weeks. There was always more between them. Tori wanted there to be more. She nipped at Miranda’s lower lip, sucking it into her mouth before diving back in again. The kiss was wet and sloppy, Miranda’s lips cold from the ice in her glass, the tang of orange and vodka on her tongue, but Tori loved it. She sucked in a breath and skimmed her hand down Miranda’s shoulder to her chest, brushing as lightly as possible.
“Miranda,” Tori whispered, kissing her again. She was falling and hard. “Tell me to stop.”
Miranda held Tori close, her kisses turning feverish. She opened her eyes and pulled back slightly, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her look was sincere. “No.”
“Fuck.”
“Exactly.”
fourteen
Tori’s moan echoed in Miranda’s ear, a slight hiccup in her voice when Miranda covered her breast with her hand again. It had been so long since she’d been with a woman, too many years since she’d allowed herself to experience the wonders of a woman’s body. Her heart raced as she ran her hands up and down Tori’s sides, feeling the gentle slope of her curves, the strength in her thighs, the heat from between her legs.
Miranda’s thumb brushed against the crotch of Tori’s jeans, and she nearly lost herself there. But she wasn’t ready for that yet. She needed more time to sink into the fact that they were doing this. They weren’t holding back. Their mouths melded together as their kisses deepened and got sloppier.
Closing her eyes, Miranda felt with her body. She slowly shut down her brain, all the objections as to why they shouldn’t be doing this, all the worries and fears that plagued her daily, the what-ifs she didn’t want to entertain, and the anxiety about what would happen next. For tonight, she wanted nothing but Tori in her arms, bodies pressed together, and release. Release from so many things she couldn’t even begin to count.
“Miranda,” Tori murmured, breaking the kiss to go back to Miranda’s neck.
Her tongue flickered against Miranda’s ear in the same manner she had done before. Heat seared through her, warming her from what she’d once considered her cold, dark center. Maybe she wasn’t as dead inside as she thought.
“Tell me…” Miranda trailed off, trying to catch her breath. She slid her hands up under the back of Tori’s shirt, finding hot, smooth skin. She had to swallow the lump in her throat to find her words again. “Tell me what you like about sex.”
Tori hummed, and it sent vibrations down Miranda’s neck to her chest and straight to her nipples. They tightened instantly. They weren’t going to be able to stop, were they? There was no going back now. Miranda had wanted this for weeks, but she’d never thought—after seeing Siena, she’d never thought Tori would want her like this. But the soft touches the last couple of weeks when they’d seen each other, the lingering gazes when Tori thought she wasn’t looking or noticing—oh how could she not notice those?—had pushed them to this. She dug her dull nails into Tori’s sides to get her attention.
“What do you like about sex?” Miranda repeated her question, needing some guidance as to what she would be doing next and some reassurance that Tori indeed wanted this as much as she did.
“I love the connection.” Tori nipped at Miranda’s collarbone, pulling the buttons of her blouse open one at a time to reveal more skin with each passing second.
That didn’t surprise Miranda, but she wanted a non-emotional answer. She wanted to know where to touch, how to tease. She wanted to know everything Tori wanted so she could then do it. Tori had Miranda’s blouse open, bending down to press butterfly kisses against her chest and over the tops of her breasts where her bra didn’t quite cover.
Miranda’s hand was in Tori’s hair, tightening and holding her steady against her breasts. Her mind was absolute mush, which was exactly what she’d needed after the last six weeks of almost constant stress. She released Tori’s hair and pulled her T-shirt up, dragging it over her shoulders and head as Tori moved back to help. Instantly, Miranda unclipped her bra, revealing her gorgeous pert breasts.
