Page 96 of Sun-Kissed Fangs
“Is that a good idea?” Maya’s voice turned strained as Harper ran her hands over her shoulders, pushing under her leather jacket. “Somehow, I doubt Trish will appreciate this.”
Harper looked at her with hooded eyes, moving her body closer as she took the leather jacket off.
“Who says she needs to find out?”
She put her hand on Maya’s chest and pushed her backwards. Whether it was due to willingness or surprise, she let it happen, sitting back on the couch.
“Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
Harper stood, walking to the bar in the corner. Patricia’s lists partly came from experience, partly by request. Harper didn’t really need props to spellbind her customers, but this wasn’t a regular shift.
Besides, variety was the spice of life. The Lotus thought as much, and a quick inspection showed that it had already been stocked accordingly.
Harper pulled off her jeans and picked her tools of choice—or, Maya’s choice, technically—and walked back to the couch. Maya took her in, golden-black eyes starting at Harper’s face, but then slipping down over her t-shirt and the black boxers she was wearing.
On paper, it wasn’t the sexiest of outfits. But the way Maya stared at her, she might as well have been wearing her most expensive set of lingerie.
“The rules areverysimple.” Harper straddled Maya’s lap, running a black silk scarf between her fingers. “I dance. And you don’t touch.”
“I thought you didn’t like rules.”
“But you do. You don’t want to break them, do you?” Harper made her voice innocently girlish. A sharp contrast to how she smirked as she pulled the borrowed t-shirt over her head, leaving her in just her bra. “Let me know if it gets too much. I can always dial it down.”
Maya’s gaze fell to Harper’s chest. Her mouth opened, tongue darting out to wet her lips.
It wasn’t as though she hadn’t seen the view before. But she hadn’t experienced it in this context. When she was told that shecouldn’ttouch.
Harper was actually moving a lot quicker than she would under normal circumstances. The act of taking off your clothes was usually a drawn-out affair, and it could take just as long before there was any kind of bodily contact—if it even happened at all.
This wasn’t a regular dance, though. The goal wasn’t to squeeze a random guy out of his hard-earned cash. No, thegoalwas to tease this woman to the brink of madness, making her lose control and fuck Harper on the couch so hard that Maya would remember it for weeks. Or for however long she would be gone.
But to get there, she needed to simmer a while longer.
“Remember the rule.” Harper hooked the scarf behind Maya’s neck and, holding onto both ends, pulled herself close. “No touching. Or there’ll be consequences.”
Maya’s hands had drifted to her thighs. Without her meaning to, by how quickly she lowered them.
“Maybe I want the consequences,” Maya said. Harper batted her eyes. And rolled her hips.
“Really? What does that feel like?”
She pulled at the ends of the scarf. It drew Maya’s head forward and put her face only a few inches from Harper’s chest.
She stiffened. Swallowed. But kept her hands in place.
Harper bit her lip with a grin. “Impressive. You really do like rules.”
Maya’s gaze found hers, and the want in them was so pure that Harper’s persona almost dropped.
She was used to that type of stare. In fact, if it wasn’t present, it was a sign that she wasn’t doing her job right and needed to change course.
But Maya’s eyes weren’tjustfilled with desire. There was something deeper there, too. An odd excitement. Curiosity, at what Harper might do next. Either because she wanted to admire her tricks of the trade, or perhaps because she was looking to twist them into weapons of her own.
Both thoughts were appealing enough to summon a familiar throbbing between her legs.
Harper rolled her hips slowly. Brought herself closer, then further away. Minutes passed, of their bodies being tethered with aid from the scarf, but otherwise barely touching.
“How long do people usually take this?” Maya asked.
