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“Do you want me to kiss you?”
Harper tried to say yes. Shereallytried, but she couldn’t make the word escape. Makeanywords escape.
All she could do was nod.
Maya’s arms tensed. “Ask.”
Her voice was lower now. Near silent, yet it felt like a shout. She was usually so easy to be around that it was hard to picture her in the dominant role she apparently enjoyed.
It wasn’t hard to picture now. Not when every inch of her body emanated danger, want, and pure commanding authority. Not when she’d given an order that Harper couldn’t even imagine disobeying.
So, for once, she did what she was told. And asked.
“Kiss me.”
Chapter 11
Silence fell over the parking lot. It might have lasted for a few seconds or several minutes; Harper wasn’t sure. The moments after those two words left her lips transformed into an indefinable pocket of time where the only thing that moved was the slowly falling snow.
Would this make a mess of everything? Push this friendship beyond what it could handle? Instead of turning into something new and exciting, would this break something Harper only realized she would miss once it risked being ruined?
Justifiable concerns. Short-lived ones, too, as Maya raised her hand and ran her thumb over Harper’s bottom lip. The touch pulled at her wound, summoning a faint taste of copper.
Maya froze, not even breathing as she stared at Harper’s mouth.
She tilted Harper’s head back. Leaned in, inching closer. Then teased her tongue over Harper’s bottom lip, her mouth following right after. Kissing her.
Maya let out a low groan. It trembled at the end, a shiver going through her body, and Harper couldn’t help but mirror the reaction. That noise—that quiet, near-moaning sigh—shot through her body like crackling electricity.
Right as Harper leaned forward, intending to deepen the kiss, Maya darted her head back. Her hand fell, grabbing the car so tightly that her arms started shaking.
“I… I really shouldn’t have done that.”
The words were wise enough. Mixing work and romancealwaysmessed things up. Harper had seen it attempted dozens of times. Had seen it come crashing down just as many. The smart thing would be to focus on all the ways this could go wrong and stop it before it got out of hand.
Instead, all she could think about was how foolish Maya was for pinning her body in place rather than her hands.
Grabbing Maya by the neck, Harper yanked her into another kiss, and this one held none of the tentative energy from before. The hesitation was all gone as Harper pressed their lips together so hard it actually hurt.
Maya didn’t just sigh then. Shemoaned, and what little sense Harper might have possessed shattered into pieces. Any worry she felt about what this might mean for them was erased by that noise.
Lips never parting, Maya lifted her onto the hood of the car. Her hands traveled to Harper’s waist, pushing under her shirt, and the touch made her breathing turn into sharp hisses, as Maya’s cold fingertips sent shivers through her body.
Maya didn’t share her reaction. Not even when Harper mirrored her touch and pushed her hands under her t-shirt. Instead of her breath hitching in response to the cold, she moaned again. A deep, raw sound so primal that it made Harper feel lightheaded.
“Take it off,” Harper sighed, referencing her own clothes as much as Maya’s.
The cold was already biting, but she didn’t care. She would let the winter chill turn her into an icicle if it let this kiss last a single second longer.
Maya didn’t answer. It seemed like she couldn’t. The way she was moving, touching,snarling, made it feel like every pastinteraction had been steps in a hunt, and now Harper was playing the role of caught prey.
Maya pushed her down on her back, pinning her against the hood of the car. She sucked at Harper’s bottom lip, her hand pushing further up under her shirt, cupping her breast through her bra. Pressing her nails against her skin so hard it might leave marks.
Harper would have been more worried about that if this hadn’t felt so fucking right. She had always had a thing for marks, both leaving them and wearing them herself. Scratch lines, hickeys, anything like that set her heart fucking racing.
The fact that she shouldn’t indulge them, least of all in places where they couldn’t be easily covered, only made the rough way Maya touched her more tantalizing. Made her curse the fact that there was still fabric between their bodies.
When Maya undid the button of Harper’s jeans, she wrapped her legs around Maya’s hips, pulling her nearer.
