“I know you’ve been putting up with a lot of crap from me over the past few months …” Rian had said softly last night, as she rolled over Jade, just before she slowly dipped her head to kiss her.

“Hasn’t been a problem, babe. Not a big deal, at all, for me to …” Jade had tried to cut in.

Rian had planted a soft kiss on her lips to shush her. “And you’ve given me the best surprise with this vacation — this place has been amazing.  So I’m not going to waste a second thinking about anything else but you and me for the rest of the week. Rehab, my job, all the worries of the world – they can wait ‘til we return to DC, I promise.”

She’d swallowed Jade’s response with another kiss. And then she’d taken them both to paradise with her fingers, lips, tongue, and every other part of her body, for the rest of the night.

In the morning Rian woke early. She’d slept comfortably, painlessly for once, and experienced a welcome sense of languor, new for her, almost as soon as she opened her eyes. She was facing the glass doors that opened to a small terrace that overlooked the sea when she woke. “Nice,” she murmured again, for the umpteenth time since they’d arrived.

Jade was still asleep, spooning her, an arm wrapped loosely around Rian’s waist, a hand palming one of Rian’s breasts. Rian rolled away carefully to the edge of the bed, sat briefly, and then held on to the sidetable to support her as she stood slowly. She turned to look at the sleeping figure, a smile beginning to spread.   Jade. There was something defenseless, innocent, even, about her when she was sound asleep that coupled irresistibly with a powerful naked sensuality that assaulted you. Yes, assaulted. For there was nothing neutral about the effect this sexy beast had on Rian – especially when she was naked.

There were times over the past few months when Rian had lain beside, underneath, or over Jade, still sweaty from having cum as hard as she’d ever had, feeling weak and sore from fucking, knowing she’d needed to rest, but simply couldn’t. Being skin-to-skin with Jade would inevitably cause a spark: the tender brush of fingertips on her heated skin, a random, soft kiss on her lips, anything from Jade during moments like these, and Rian would find herself turned on, again, helpless to stop the sensation. Ever since that night when Rian had slipped her red silk kimono on, and then had fallen on top of Jade as she’d maneuvered herself to a position next to the sleeping woman — it was as if at one point during that magical night, Jade had found Rian’s internal switch. And she’d flicked it on.