Suspect Passions (31 page)

The touch of Syd’s hands combined with the genuine warmth of her words flooded Regan with emotion. Tears stung behind her eyes, and swallowed feelings spasmed in her chest. The desire to embrace Syd, to soothe her as she spoke almost overwhelmed her, but she knew instinctively that Syd needed to speak without her support.

“That first night in the club, my uncooperative attitude during the trial, coming on to you inappropriately while you were trying to defend me, bedding you then treating you like a one-night stand, and finally all this fresh hell tonight. I don’t ever want to cause you pain again. I wouldn’t blame you if you never spoke to me after tonight.” Syd brought Regan’s hands to her lips and kissed them lightly. Staring directly into her eyes, she said, “But before you decide, I have one more thing to say.”

Regan tried to speak but words failed. She nodded, the warmth of Syd’s kiss on her hands still tingling up her arms.

“I’m in love with you.” Tears escaped the corners of Syd’s eyes as she spoke.

A sharp intake of breath was Regan’s initial response as her hands came to her chest. She stared open-mouthed for several seconds, unsure that she’d heard correctly.

“Yes, you heard me. I’m in love with you, Regan Desanto.”

“Oh my God. You’re—”

“In. Love. With. You. I’ll say it as many times as you like, anytime, anywhere, to anyone.”

Regan knew she needed to say something coherent soon or they would both die from sheer anticipation and anxiety. “How do you know?”

“I’ve never felt so completely discombobulated by a woman in my life.”

Regan laughed, probably more from tension than anything else, but the emotional outlet was most welcome. “And is that a good thing, according to you?”

“Absolutely. There’s never a dull moment with you. You were all kinds of professional and uptight in your job. Then when you let me seduce you, you surrendered your body like we’d been lovers for years. That was so amazing. And the next time, when you left me begging for more…how could you?”

“You mean you weren’t going to ask me to leave that night?”

“Leave? God no. I wanted you to stay the first night we spent together, but the second one I was in pain because I wanted you again so badly. I was trying to find a way to tell you without sounding like a horny sex slut.”

Regan couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She’d been wrong about Syd wanting her to leave. And all the hellaciously frustrating things she’d been through with Syd since the beginning had actually been endearing to her? Maybe in retrospect. She remembered Syd’s confusion that night, and her tentative requests to be held and for Regan to stay.

“I should have given you more time that night,” she said, half to herself. “I was afraid, too, Syd. I already cared too much and I couldn’t risk waking up with you and—”

“Being discarded,” Syd said sadly. “Regan, you’ve seen the absolute worst of me and yet here you are. You have no idea how that makes me feel. No one has ever had that much faith in me, except on the job. I can trust you with all of me.”

Syd rested her head in Regan’s lap and wrapped her arms around her waist. The simplicity and surrender of the action released all Regan’s restrained emotions. Tears fell from her eyes and she didn’t want to stop them. She finally knew that she could trust Syd on a basic level and that it was time to take a chance and trust her with her heart. Even Martha knew the truth. Time for her to face it as well. She’d waited forever to feel this comfortable in another woman’s arms.

“I love you too, Syd.”

The hug around Regan’s waist tightened as Syd snuggled her way up, leaving kisses along the way. “Say it again, please.”

“I love you.”

When their lips came together, Regan experienced lightness in her heart that had never existed. She felt almost like they were floating off the ground. An army of endorphins vanquished any residual fears and everything became Syd-inspired. She was instantly wet, wiggling uncomfortably against her restrictive clothing. Their mouths and tongues sucked and probed. Their hands stroked, groped, and fondled every body part in reach.

Syd drew back from their kiss. “You make me so hot so fast.” She lowered her head to Regan’s lap again and ran her hands up the outside of her thighs. Burying her face in Regan’s crotch she nuzzled against her jeans, sucking and blowing air against the fabric.

Regan almost came out of her chair as her hands went to the back of Syd’s head, holding her in place. “Harder, please.” She scooted to the edge of the seat to allow greater access but Syd pulled away and looked at her through lust-clouded eyes.

“Would it be a faux pas to ask for sex after just telling you I love you?”

“It would be a faux pas if you didn’t.” Regan stood, bringing Syd with her.

They’d shared Syd’s bed twice before but somehow this felt different. This time Syd knew what she wanted from Regan and knew that she would continue to want it again and again. This was the person with whom she wanted to share her love and her life forever.

As Regan stood at the foot of the bed waiting expectantly, Syd said, “I don’t want to have sex with you tonight. I want to make love with you.”

Regan leaned into her. “You can do anything you want with me.”

“The first thing I want is both of us naked…at the same time. That hasn’t happened before.” She shucked Regan’s vest off her shoulders, threw it to the floor, and reached for the buttons of her shirt, then stopped. “Wait, I forgot something. Don’t move.”

She ran around the loft turning all the lights on and then lit candles throughout the bedroom area. When she returned, Regan was completely nude, sitting on the bed.

“I thought I told you not to move.” Syd followed her lead and stripped quickly, leaving clothes scattered around the bed.

“I’ve always had a problem with authority figures. What’s with all the lights?”

“I want to see every beautiful inch of you all the time we’re making love. And, my God, you’re more awesome than I remember.”

Syd stood there amazed at the long loveliness of this woman. It was as if an artist had carved her from a mound of alabaster and breathed life into her. Her breasts, thighs, and lusciously tight ass were perfectly proportioned for Syd’s tastes, feminine in an androgynous way. When she moved, taut muscles under her skin undulated as if beckoning Syd to join her.

Syd stretched out on the bed, extended her arms, and gave her a come-hither wave. Regan slid along side her and their bodies touched, skin to skin for the first time. Liquid fire poured over Syd as they made full contact. The muscles along Regan’s frame flexed and straightened as she nestled into the softer dips and swells of Syd’s body.

“I knew it,” she whispered into Regan’s ear as she tongued the rim. “I knew we’d fit like this.” And the amazing thing to Syd was that she’d never actually thought about fitting together with someone physically. Now it seemed essential and so perfect that it was Regan.

She lightly traced Regan’s face with the tips of her fingers, memorizing it visually and tactilely. Pausing at her lips, Syd outlined them with her middle digit and gently pressed inside. Regan sucked and tongued her finger while Syd watched. When she slid her finger out of Regan’s mouth, she brought it to her own and licked the flavor of Regan from it. She ran her hands through Regan’s wavy blond curls and brought their mouths together again. The light minty taste on her tongue mingled with hot breath from her nostrils, making her even more hungry and wet.

Regan’s hands danced up her back and over her butt, shooting sparks of excitement through her. Then Regan was at her breasts, kneading and feasting. Her legs stiffened with building sexual tension as she straddled Syd’s already soaked thigh. Syd had never been so acutely aware of the intricacies of her lover’s body. It was a mental aphrodisiac as powerful as any physical stimulus she’d ever experienced. As Regan rocked her pelvis rhythmically, Syd watched every shifting muscle, every tiny change in her expression. She wanted desperately to prolong the moment as long as possible, but her body was beginning to take over.

“Roll over on your back,” Syd said, and nudged Regan away from her.

Regan let a nipple slide from her mouth to protest. “Not yet.”

“Yes, yet. I don’t want either one of us to come right now and you’re getting close.”

Reluctantly disengaging, Regan looked up her. “How can you tell?”

“Body language, darling. Besides, I’ve always known you’re a breast woman.”

Regan blushed slightly and grinned with a mischievous glint. “And aren’t you glad?”

“Extremely. Now lie down and let me have my way with you.”

Regan flung her arms and legs open in surrender. “Please do.”

Syd straddled Regan’s body, absorbing the immense feelings of joy and gratitude that swept through her as Regan so readily splayed herself wide. “Are you okay?” Regan asked. “You look so far away. Are you having second thoughts?”

“Not at all. I just realized how incredibly lucky I am. I probably don’t deserve you, but I’m going to have you anyway.”

Regan kissed Syd and pulled her back down on top of her. “I love you and you deserve to be happy. Don’t ever doubt that. Now make love to me before I explode.”

Their kiss sent sweet ripples of desire through Syd’s body and she bent low, rubbing her breasts back and forth across Regan’s face. Her gaze followed Syd’s breasts as they swung tantalizingly. She nipped at them with her mouth, trying to catch one.

“Cruel, you’re so cruel.”

After she’d had her fun, Syd let Regan capture a nipple in her hot, wet mouth. She sucked, tongued, and rolled the tender flesh, and the sensation rocketed Syd to the depths of her soul. Regan’s mouth pulling on her breasts tweaked an invisible connection to her clitoris, which throbbed in pleasurable unison. Syd slid one hand between Regan’s legs and cupped her soaking sex while using the other to tease her breasts. Then she let her crotch glide over Regan’s stomach, lightly at first then grinding provocatively. With each gyration of her hips, she felt the pressure build. Against protests of more cruelty and deprivation, she worked her way down Regan’s body with feather touches from her fingers and tongue.

Regan squirmed like the strokes were drenching rains and she the scorched desert. “I didn’t know not touching could feel so damn good.”

“You like that, baby?” Syd did a spider tickle in the soft curls between Regan’s legs, careful to avoid direct contact with the part begging to be touched.

“Oh, yeah, I like everything you do to me.”

Syd continued her tickling, teasing track down Regan’s body and settled between her outstretched legs. Gripping Regan’s thighs, she rubbed her face back and forth between them, blowing lightly across the swollen lips of her vulva. Moisture glistened on the blond hairs and the aroma of sexual need wafted to Syd’s nostrils, kicking up her own desire.

Syd looked up into Regan’s eyes, hooded with lust. “Soon, I promise.”

“Yes, please. I need you, again.”

Syd raised Regan’s legs and positioned them over her shoulders. She watched Regan’s face as she slid her middle finger into her mouth then lowered it. Regan’s eyes were glazed and her stare frenzied as she lay exposed and expectant. Syd slithered her finger through the outer lips just enough to tease, then inched lower until she pressed against the slippery perineum. Regan’s bottom lurched off the bed and then back against the pressure of Syd’s touch.

“Oh. My. God. What was that? Again.”

Syd complied and Regan bucked and collapsed against the force of Syd’s finger until the bedding beneath her was soaked. Syd’s clit pounded between her legs in direct response to Regan’s arousal. She slid her finger up and nudged at Regan’s opening. She couldn’t hold out much longer. The tension in Regan’s legs, combined with the husky moans deep in her throat, told Syd that she was on the edge as well.

“Please, Syd.” Regan’s voice was throaty and quivering with barely contained emotion.

“Do you want me inside you?”

“Yes, now.” Regan humped to emphasize her point.

Syd inched her finger inside Regan’s body, waited for the reflex thrust, and pulled back.

“Oh, nooo. Don’t do this, Syd. I can’t take it.”

Lowering her head to kiss Regan’s rigid clit, Syd smiled up at her. “Of course you can take it, baby. You’re begging for it.” She entered her again and felt Regan’s insides contract around her, pulling and sucking her farther in. She withdrew.

Regan thrashed beneath her and reached out to force contact. “For God’s sake. Lick me. Suck me.
Something.
I’m dying here. We’ll do slow and easy later.”

Syd smiled at the effect she was having. She would never have imagined Regan could be so passionate and demanding in her need. It was quite a change from the first time they’d had sex, when Regan had been submissive and her eyes had asked for patience. Now she knew her body and had no problems saying so.

“Okay, okay.” Syd gave her what she wanted. She buried her finger deep inside and adapted to Regan’s pace. Her lips captured Regan’s clit and her tongue danced across the sensitive ridge of swollen flesh.

“Oh yeah, that’s it. More tongue flicking,” Regan said.

Syd’s body burned and the sheet beneath her pelvis suddenly became an erotic stimulus as she rubbed against it.