Zoe sank deeper into the couch cushions, her pulse thrumming as Melinda’s lips traced up her throat. Every kiss felt like it carried both apology and promise, hot and unsteady.

“Mel…” Zoe’s voice cracked on the name. Her fingers curled into Melinda’s hair, nails grazing her scalp, tugging her closer without meaning to.

Melinda smiled against her skin, a little smug, a little hungry. “You don’t know how much I missed you,” she whispered, her hand sliding along Zoe’s ...