Lorna flopped onto the bed in the motel room and groaned.
“I’m so stiff.”
Zoe tossed her jacket and bag on the other bed. “Me too. All that time in the car is not good.” She came to lie on the bed, and Lorna made room for her, snuggled her close. Zoe kissed her. Long and lingering.
“A long hot shower will help ease those aches and pains,” she said.
“Mm, true.” Lorna ran a hand up under Zoe’s shirt, while Zoe trailed fingers up Lorna’s side, then traced the shape of her breast before resting a hand on it and giving it a soft squeeze. Heat poured through Lorna. “Yes,” she whispered softly. “Now. Please. Now.”
“Why wait?” Zoe agreed. She stood and held her hand out to help Lorna rise.
It was a good bathroom for a motel, with a large shower enclosure with a glass door, not a curtain that
