Megan giggled. “Maybe I do,” she mused. “But, how will I know for sure unless you tell me?” Her hand kept moving along the front of Hannah’s skirt. Was it her imagination or did the heat and wetness from her sex beneath seep through to touch her hand? She groaned at the thought.
It took all her willpower but Megan managed to remove her hand after a few more strokes. She slid it firmly up Hannah’s body until she reached her neck. Megan threaded her fingers in Hannah’s hair and curled them tightly to hold on possessively. “The things I want to do to you…” Megan half-growled, half-moaned.
Megan blinked. Did Hannah just admit that she wanted her? A huge, dopey grin formed. “You…do?” She didn’t want to stop but the admission almost made it worth it.