Jess slid across the seat and leaned in to breathe Tara's scent. She smelled of flowers, but underneath it Jess caught wisps of rich spices, warmed by the woman's heat.

"Open your mouth," Tara said.

As Jess parted her lips, something solid nudged between them. She took it in, a solid morsel that melted across her tongue. Flavors of chocolate came first, followed by fresh roses and cinnamon. Tara pressed Jess' lips closed with two fingers. As the flavor ebbed away, Jess looked across and saw the other woman's eyes flashing, watching her. Her sight had grown accustomed to the darkness.

Tara reached behind Jess' head and pulled the pins from her hair, tossing it with her fingers as it spilled across Jess' shoulders. She stroked Jess' jawline and throat, then pressed a smooth palm against Jess' breastbone.

The heat of Tara's hand seemed to bore straight into her breasts, inflaming her nipples.

"May I touch you?" Jess asked.