The light from the window poured over her. It traced the swell, the shadow beneath, the faint, lacy edge of the bralette she wore—something black and delicate that offered more mystery than support. She looked like a Caravaggio painting come to brutal, gorgeous life.
Tanya’s downtown loft, late afternoon. Golden light slants through the large industrial windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air.
Tanya caught the reflection in the dark glass of a framed print across the room. A slow, knowing smile touched her lips. She didn't lower her arms. Instead, she twisted slightly, as if examining a phantom light source, giving Alex an unobstructed profile. LoveHerBoobs 24 09 03 Tanya Virago Say Wow Out ...
Alex stood, walking over to stand behind her. Tanya was wearing a thin, oversized tank top, the fabric worn soft from a hundred washes. Her back was straight, shoulders relaxed.
Tanya Virago was not a woman who did anything quietly. Her laugh was a cascade of bells, her opinions sharp as her favorite lens, and her presence filled a room like the scent of cedar and lightning. Today, however, she was unnervingly still. The light from the window poured over her
Tanya turned fully then, the smile widening into something fierce and tender. Her arms came down, but only to pull Alex against her, pressing the question and the answer between them. Her breasts, warm and full, molded against Alex’s chest, a generous, living weight.
Alex stepped closer, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her skin. “Tanya…” Tanya’s downtown loft, late afternoon
“Say it,” she commanded softly, finally lowering one arm to brush the back of her fingers against Alex’s cheek. “I want to hear you say it out loud.”