“Are you alright?” Harper said, pulling back. “You seem…” Her words trailed off. Not that Elise needed to hear the end of her sentence to know she meant distracted.
“I’m fine,” Elise said quickly. “I’m great. Really great.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure,” Elise spluttered, digging the tips of her fingers into Harper’s ass. “Now, how about we stop talking and continue with what we’re doing.”
Harper didn’t say anything. She just kissed Elise again, and before Elise knew it, her back was leaving the door. Harper flipped them around to the adjacent wall and slid her knee between Elise’s legs. Her thigh hit Elise right in the center, and she gasped at the pressure. Skin on skin was great, but this was fucking fantastic.
“Damn,” she muttered softly, wrapping her arms around Harper’s neck.
Elise could feel how wet Harper was against her thigh. She could also feel her own wetness. Which was just another indication that the compatibility quiz meant nothing. Elise was hot for Harper. She found her extremely attractive. She wanted to have sex with her over and over again. And in this moment, that was all that mattered.
Harper shifted her leg a little, moving upward, and then she hit Elise in a spot so perfect she gasped out loud. Elisedug her fingers deeper into Harper’s ass and started circling her hips. No sooner than Elise could sayfuck you compatibility test, they were grinding against each other. Their centers were sliding against each other’s thighs in a way that had them both sweating.
Harper then pulled Elise up her thigh slightly higher, and Elise, who was practically off the floor, leaned forward and sank her teeth into Harper’s shoulder. Which seemed to be the match that ignited it all because suddenly Harper was shuddering, and before Elise could ask if she’d come, Harper was already sinking to her knees and then moving Elise’s leg over her shoulder.
“Oh my god,” Elise muttered when Harper’s tongue slipped deliciously through her slick heat, parting her like the petals of a flower. “Don’t stop.”
Harper didn’t. In fact, she sped up. Elise moved with her. Not just her hips bounced up and down, but so too did her tits. Harper reached up a hand and squeezed the left one, and Elise, who hadn’t expected this to even happen, was riding a kite so high she couldn’t remember at all why she had been avoiding Harper. It was stupid. She’d been stupid. Harper was amazing. They would be perfect together. Elise and Harper. Harper and Elise. Someone should write a book about how well they suited each other.
Fuck that test.
Harper tongued Elise’s clit, then tilted her chin upward slightly and started sucking.
Literal growls escaped Elise’s throat as she moved her hands down and tangled them in Harper’s hair. The feeling was so good she could hardly breathe. And then just as Harper stopped sucking and swept her tongue down, Elise’s body broke in a shower of deliciousness. “Stop,” she muttered and slumped forward. Harper caught her. Of course she did.
“Up for round two?” she asked.
Elise couldn’t think of anything better. “Carry me to the bedroom.”
Chapter Nineteen
Harper and Elise lay naked across the crisp white sheets of Elise’s bed. Elise’s arm rested across Harper’s stomach, and her leg was slotted between Harper’s legs as if it belonged nowhere else. Harper had never noticed how tanned she was until her skin was pressed up against Elise’s skin. Sun-kissed meeting moonlight.
She could smell coffee, which made her stomach grumble. But she didn’t regret reeling a naked Elise back to bed after she’d snuck out earlier to make them each a cup.
She didn’t regret anything at all. Not even running from the set when she should’ve been working. Harper had heard the tail end of Jamie’s song drift through the gap beneath Elise’s front door as it had clicked shut behind them. The winner of the talent show was a complete mystery.
“What are you thinking about?” Harper asked, glancing at Elise out of the corner of her eye. She used to ask Harry the same thing and was always met with a goofy smile and a ‘nothing much.’ Now she knew it wasn’t the case. Harry had probably spent a lot of time thinking about how he could confront Harper about her interest in women.
Elise untwined her leg and leaned back into the pillows. “Who says I’m thinking about anything?” she asked. “Maybe my mind is as blank as a fresh piece of paper.”
It took less than two seconds for the sirens to go off in Harper’s head.
But sirens didn’t necessarily mean disaster, did they? They didn’t mean that anything was seriously wrong. Plentyof beaches had precautionary alarms that went off for benign reasons. It didn’t mean there was a shark in the water.
“I love a good fresh piece of paper,” Harper said, playing along. She turned onto her side, pulled the sheet to her chest, and then trailed the tip of her finger along Elise’s stomach.
Elise shuddered. Her skin broke out in a million prickly goosebumps.
Harper smiled, feeling at least a bit satisfied. If something was wrong, surely Elise’s body wouldn’t react like that. But then why was the voice in her head telling her something was wrong? Harper just couldn’t put a finger on it.
Or maybe she could. Maybe she already had two fingers on it.
“Are you still upset about the compatibility test?” Harper asked softly. “Because if so, it doesn’t mean anything. Those things are made for entertainment rather than anything else. It’s simply fluff. Those quizzes are designed to make you overthink.” Then she bit her lip because Elise wasn’t saying anything. She was simply staring ahead. Her eyes were all glossy, like she was having an entire conversation in her head that Harper wasn’t privy to.
“If you want, we could even take it again. Just for fun,” she offered, though she’d consider breaking her pinkie with a hammer before she ever participated in another compatibility test. “Or maybe we should just pretend it never happened.”