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touch her and do this to her? She lifted her head, exposing her throat, shivering as Jessie kissed down her neck. She wrapped around Jessie, with new appreciation for the woman behind this long lean body. “Oh, God, Jess.” She could feel this woman’s strength and tenderness, wanton sexuality and responsibility. She felt lips at her breast without realizing Jessie had unbuttoned her shirt, unsnapped her bra. Warm breezes wafted against flesh not usually exposed and she knew she was helpless, deliberately so, with forethought and with abandonment, in Jessie’s hands. And she knew she was safe there.
    She thought of that again as she knelt between Jessie’s long legs. Safe wasn’t a feeling she was accustomed to having outside the family, but she felt safe with Jessie. She glanced up at Jessie’s lean naked body stretched out before her, Jessie moaning as Diana touched, sought out her center.
    “Ohhh, baby,” Jessie moaned, reaching out to grip the blanket edges.
    “You like that?” Diana found Jessie’s center, slid in through the wetness, used her thumb to caress her swollen clit. She shivered as she watched the tall woman writhe at her touch. She bent over to run her tongue right above Jessie’s hairline, held on to Jessie’s hips to hold her steady.
    “Oh, God, you know what I like, baby.”
    “Oh, I try.” Diana added her warm breath on wet tissues. “For you, I try real hard.” Jessie started to say something and then gasped as Diana spread Jessie’s lips, bent lower to use her tongue. Jessie moaned, a long low sound that resonated into Diana.
    It was when they were saying goodbye after this weekend that Jessie had pulled a slip of paper from her visor, folded it and handed it to Diana. And that was when Diana was sure it was a two-way attraction.
     

Chapter Four
     
    Diana pulled into the parking lot just as it began to rain. She had wrapped up one delivery early, one eye on the clock, the other on the road. She wanted so much to make it early enough for a good evening. She checked into the hotel, called Margaret to let her know she was safe and sound. That had been one of the conditions for coming alone. “I’m fine, I’ll call you tomorrow. Promise.”
    She took some deep breaths. She had never called Jessie before; it was almost unnerving. Maybe it would be better just to go to the bar and wait, but that meant it would be hours before she saw her. She was excited at the thought of seeing Jessie again. She was already anticipating their evening together as she looked around the room. She had taken the suite tonight, let the business pay this bill. After all it was business. The suite consisted of a small sitting area with the wet bar and a sleeping room. Would they go out to dinner? Order room service? Oh, what was the purpose of getting here early if she had to wait to go to the bar? She would call.
    She dialed the number, amused at herself. She was shaking. The phone rang once, twice, three times, four, five, six.
    “Galbreath!” came this bark into the phone.
    “Jessie?” Diana didn’t recognize the harsh voice.
    “Yes!” There was a lot of noise in the background, people talking, calling. “Who is this?”
    “This is Diana. Have I called at a bad time?”
    “I can’t hear you. Just a minute.” Then as an aside, “Honey, go ask Aunt Irene if she’ll look for your suitcase in the front closet.” Then the noise faded. “I’m back, this is Jessie.”
    Diana’s heart sank. “I’m sorry, Jessie. Obviously I’ve called at a bad time. This is Diana.”
    “Diana! Are you here in town?” Jessie didn’t sound exactly eager.
    “Yes. But it’s okay. I just wanted to see if you were available. You sound busy. It’s all right.”
    “No. Let me think. I’m sorry, Diana. It’s—it’s just been a madhouse here. Let me think.” And then there was a distraction again. “Harry, I’m so glad you could come by. No, I’ll be there in a minute, need to take care of this. Yes, I