If Hagar shivered when Orion touched her, the hunter felt a chill wander up her spine when the older woman's mouth brushed the column of her throat. It felt damned good to be touched, and her hands alighted on those delicate hips, willing themselves not to grab. She wasn't going to use the woman.
Her arms lifted almost of their own accord, letting the shirt be pulled up and over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra beneath the garment, and her nipples stiffened in the slight breeze that wafted through the room. The black tattoo stood out starkly against her winter-pale shoulder, and she tossed her head to get the hair out of her eyes.
"Sorry if I say anything ridiculous," she said in a low voice. "It's been...it's been kind of a while." She dropped a slow kiss on Hagar's mouth, using a hint of tongue because she felt like she'd been given the green light for more contact. Her hand ran up the shorter brunette's flank, from her thigh to her hip, then finally rested her fingers on a soft, bare stomach.