Heart over Head (M)

[Atalanta Pendergast]

There were numerous things Attie wanted Margaret to do - and if she hadn't been quite so intent on reciprocating she would have given into the disappointment she had seen in the other woman's eyes when she had told her to stop and spent the rest of the afternoon being worshipped as she was certain Margaret would worship her if left to her own devices. But the feel of Margaret's clothed breast alone was not enough, and she wanted nothing more than to see it, to feel it, to kiss it as the other woman had kissed her skin, and she curled her finger around one cotton sleeve and slowly tugged at it.

"Undress," she murmured, her hips moving seemingly of their own accord up against Margaret's own. "Let me see you, Margaret."