Her Heart's Divide by Kathleen Dienne

of my favorite sexual fantasy, so much so that I’d been more than ready for Ryan. And the memory of the Christmas party. So embarrassing, unless it had ended…differently. I could still feel his hands on my waist from seven years ago. What if, instead of resting there, he’d continued the slide down my body until those hands had been cupping my ass? What if instead of looking at my face to see if I was drunk, he’d closed his eyes and opened his lips? Would I have continued to hold him close, or would I have had my own second thoughts? My second thought wouldn’t have been to stop. It would have been to let his tongue into my mouth and to press my body against his. I shifted a little in the hot tub and closed my eyes. I hadn’t had a new fantasy in ages, and this one was hot. My hands traced the sides of my breasts as I imagined Jack’s hands running over the front of my silver party dress. I would have encouraged him and leaned into his palms. He would have found that I wasn’t wearing a bra, that my small breasts didn’t need one. My nipples rose up under my teasing touch, and I pulled them gently, flicking the tips with a fingernail. My lips parted and I ran my tongue over them, thinking of how his kiss might have gained urgency with his hands on my breasts. I felt a short spasm lower down at the thought. My thighs clenched and I took a deep breath. I moved my hands slowly from my breasts to my legs and ran my hands up and down the soft, tender skin on the insides of my thighs. In