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for my neck.
    Chaise slipped a hand under the hem of my sweater, ran her fingers up my back until she reached my bra. Her thumb caressed the skin under the material, but she didn't try to unclip it. I arched my back and the movement pushed my breasts against hers. Heat instantly flooded me and my nipples hardened, pushing uncomfortably against the lace of my bra.
    "Chaise, I need ... I want...” My brain felt thick, clouded.
    "What is it, baby? Tell me what you want.” She dragged her nails lightly down my spine, and I shivered.
    "I want...” What did I want? I wanted this rushing, tingling feeling in my body to continue, I wanted skin on skin, heat and slick. “Everything. Oh, God, Chaise. I want it all.” My words ended on a sharp intake of breath when she moved the hand that had been stroking my back around to cup my breast. I pushed into the touch instinctively and moaned when she dragged her thumb across the rigid tip. The need to touch her nearly overwhelmed me. In movements that were almost frantic, I tugged at the buttons on the front of her shirt, gave a little laugh of relief when I found that they were actually studs and came apart easily. I laid my hands flat on the soft material of her T-shirt at her stomach and felt the heat of her body soak into my skin. I raised my hands to her shoulders and pushed at the shirt. Chaise dropped her hands and let the shirt fall to the floor. I looked up then and saw that she was watching me intently.
    "Touch me, Anna. I want to feel your hands on me.” Her voice was thick, almost like I was hearing it through cotton wool. She took my hands in hers, lowered them until they were resting at the bottom of her T-shirt. “Take it off. Undress me."
    At her quietly urging words, I felt moisture gather between my legs and the muscles low in my stomach tightened. Not trusting my own voice, I simply nodded and took hold of the T-shirt. My hands trembled as I raised the cotton, exposing her torso an inch at a time. The backs of my fingers brushed lightly over her skin and it felt warm and smooth. I tugged the shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor, then moved my hands to the waistband of her jeans. I unbuttoned and unzipped them and pushed them over the gentle curve of Chaise's hips and down her thighs. When they fell to her ankles she kicked the jeans to the side and stood before me in only matching panties and bra in pale blue satin and lace. I'd seen women in this state of undress before, of course, in the changing rooms at stores, the locker room at the gym, but I'd never experienced this intense desire to touch, to explore.
    I raised my hand slowly and laid it on her stomach, felt the muscles there flutter under my fingers, and almost with a will of its own, my other hand, moving just as slowly, eased up over her midriff and stopped at the curve of her breast. I saw that she was drawing in deep breaths, and I looked at her face again.
    "I don't know what the hell I'm doing.” A huff of self-deprecating laughter escaped me.
    Chaise smiled. “Just do whatever feels right. Your fingers feel so good on my skin. I want to feel them everywhere."
    I wanted that, too, I realized. I wanted to touch every inch of her; I wanted to know her in a way that I had never wanted to know any man. I lowered my eyes to rest on her breasts; high and proud. Were they as firm as they looked? I swallowed audibly and brought one hand up to curve around one breast. It was the perfect fit for my hand, both firm and soft at the same time, and I could feel her nipple pressing insistently into my palm. Next to her smooth, soft skin, the lace of the bra felt almost rough, and I wanted it gone. I moved my fingers to the clasp nestled between her breasts and looked up at her for permission.
    Chaise nodded jerkily. “Please, God—"
    I realized then that she had hardly moved this whole time, but instead had stood still to allow me to explore her body. She was letting me set the pace.
    I flicked the