She can’t help it. She leans in, as if magnetized, her eyes closing as soon as she can feel Hannah’s surprised exhale warm on her lips. Hannah’s hand slides down Caroline’s chest to grip the top of her camisole in a tight fist, knuckles pressing against the tops of her breasts. Her skin tingles where Hannah’s hand touches and she breathes her own whimper into her mouth, heat spiking down her spine and landing firmly between her legs.
