Scent of love

Bailey caught the first drift and went still. The scent threaded through her like silk on skin, light but impossible to shake. A slow pulse started low in her belly, warm and insistent. She leaned back, let the feeling climb her spine, and felt her nipples tighten against the thin cotton of her top. Her fingers drifted under the hem, tracing the edge of lace where her panties met bare skin. Heat pooled between her thighs. She closed her eyes and let the air fill her lungs again, chasing that same teasing note. Her breath caught. The need had teeth now, and she welcomed it, hips shifting against nothing as the want bloomed deeper, wetter, louder.