“And you’re worried about me ripping your clothes off?” Lina said, puckering up to place a kiss on the back of Arabel’s neck and catch another whiff of her still lingering pheromones. Despite their dilution by the quick sink bath, the scent still made Lina shiver.
“This is strictly sanitary, babe. I work in refuse and reclamation, in case you forgot, and I’m also making your dinner.”
Lina backed up a step, deftly shed her own clothing, and kicked it into a corner. She moved to brush the front of her slim, naked body lightly against the back of Arabel’s and shivered once again, n*****s crinkling as they passed over of her lover’s bare skin.
Arabel appeared unfazed by Lina’s advance, and was busying herself snipping leaves, fungus and berries from various pots crowding her counter top. Li
