Hank lifted her arms to allow Claire to strip off her wifebeater, leaving her in a far more utilitarian black bra of her own. Just for a moment, she felt both a twinge of envy and admiration, wishing for Claire's better figure even as she ached to touch her.

When Claire's tongue touched her skin, a soft curse escaped her as she reached for her, hands fisting loosely in her hair to hold her closer as her head fell back, back arching into the touch of her mouth. Already she was shifting in Claire's lap, body instinctively searching for relief from the building heat between her legs.