Chapter Twenty-one
“So you’re going to take your winnings right now?” Charlie said, not sure where she’d even found her voice.
Harper glanced at Franky as if to make sure she was still sleeping peacefully. “I sure am.” She crooked a finger at Charlie, whose thighs quickly became damp as moisture flooded her with no underwear to stop it.
“And what do you want me to do?” Charlie’s voice was so low, she barely recognized it as her own.
“I want you to kiss me,” Harper whispered as Charlie came to a stop directly in front of her, hands on her hips, their bodies separated by a fraction of an inch.
“I kiss you all the time. You didn’t have to distract me until you could beat me at gin rummy for a kiss.”
Harper ran a fingertip along Charlie’s jaw and down her throat, leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake until it came to rest at the lapel of her robe. “I want you to kiss me to start, but then, I want you to let me kiss your neck, your throat.” Her finger continued to trace a line along the sensitive skin of Charlie’s chest until the lapel met the other side of the robe. Charlie shivered as Harper’s finger ran back and forth along the bottom of that V as she whispered, “Your breasts. Your nipples.”
Charlie thought her knees might buckle. She’d never been so turned on in her forty-plus years on this planet. She swayed slightly as Harper’s finger continued its journey down her body, despite her touch coming from the outside of the robe until it hooked into the belt.
Harper lifted her gaze back to Charlie’s, and Charlie’s mouth went completely dry. “I want you to let me untie this belt and slide my hands along every inch of your skin and confirm its as silky smooth as I think. I want you to let me taste every inch of you.”
Charlie cleared her throat to try to find her voice. “I’ve never been happier to lose a game in my entire life. Even if you were cheating as you ran your fingertip along here.” Charlie’s finger mirrored Harper’s from earlier, applying the lightest pressure along her robe and pushing it slightly wider. Not wide enough to reveal anything, just wide enough that her pussy clenched at the idea of it.
“I would never cheat,” Harper exclaimed with mock horror.
“Oh?”
“Never. And anyway. I won, so you have to do what I want. So…” She grabbed Charlie’s hand and brought it to her waist. “Hands here while I have my way with you.”
Charlie was not used to having someone else take control in the bedroom, but it was really fucking sexy, and she was going to let Harper do whatever she wanted because she knew she was winning already, no matter what. “I’ll put my hands wherever you want them,” Charlie said.
Since kissing Harper was the only thing on the list that required her initiation, she tightened her fingers into Harper’s hips and pulled her in for a bruising kiss. Their mouths opened simultaneously. Harper’s tongue stroked hers, and they both groaned at the same moment. She slid her hands up Harper’s back to pull her closer. Charlie bit Harper’s bottom lip lightly as she felt her nipple tighten through the fabric at Harper’s gentle squeeze.
Harper broke the kiss when she leaned away and looked into Charlie’s eyes. “Fuck, woman. What are you doing to me?”
Charlie shook her head. “You’ve got that the wrong wayaround.”
Harper smirked. “And I think I told you to keep your hands here.” She moved Charlie’s hands back on her hips.
When Charlie complied and squeezed, Harper kissed Charlie’s jaw, her neck. She nipped at her ear, and Charlie’s knees really did go weak. Who knew that actually happened in real life? She’d never truly experienced it before.
Harper’s lips blazed a path exactly as she’d promised, but when they reached the juncture at the top of her robe, she licked down between Charlie’s breasts. It was barely the top of her cleavage, but holy fuck.
“Um, I am going to need to sit—or lie down—for you to go any farther, Harper. Holy shit.”
Harper pulled her mouth away and grinned with the same pirate’s smile she’d had earlier. “I thought you’d never ask.” She took three steps backward, pulling Charlie with her to the bed. She spun them and surprised Charlie when she pushed her gently back, even though she knew she shouldn’t have been. Harper’s finger was caught in the belt of Charlie’s robe, and the knot slipped open. Before Charlie even knew what was happening, she was lying on her back, completely exposed to Harper’s fiery gaze.
For a second, she thought about covering herself—having sex with someone with all the lights on had never been high on Charlie’s bucket list—but the expression of pure want on Harper’s face gave her the confidence she needed. She drew one foot up along the inside of her leg, bending her knee and tipping it across the other. “See something you’re interested in sampling?” Watching Harper flush gave her even more confidence, and she ran her fingers from her collarbone down her chest until she found her own nipple. She raked a fingernail across it and squeezed it gently until it tightened. “Do you want to take over here?”
Harper nodded. “Yeah, I do.”
To Charlie’s disappointment, Harper didn’t undo her own robe, but that disappointment vanished when Harper straddled her hips and took Charlie’s nipple into her mouth. Charlie groaned when Harper’s hand found her other breast and began to knead and lightly pinch it in time with her mouth. She bucked her hips, seeking any additional contact and groaned again when she felt Harper’s very wet heat against her stomach.
Charlie continued to fulfill herdutyas she let Harper kiss down her body, her hands not far behind. She tried not to squirm when Harper’s mouth came to the juncture of her thighs but gave up quickly and pushed her hips up, seeking the tongue that had not been shy the rest of its way down her body.
Harper pushed up on her elbows until their eyes met. Charlie felt so needy, yet Harper just smiled. Charlie thought she’d loved that ornery smile earlier, but now it was just tormenting her. “Are you looking for my tongue here?” Harper ran her finger up Charlie’s quad and around her inner thigh but somehow missed her aching center.
Charlie gritted her teeth. “Almost, but not quite.”
“Oh?” Harper said, her voice rising as she drew out the syllable. “Do you mean here?” Her finger traced between the top of Charlie’s thigh and her labia, which felt like even more of a tease.
Charlie wanted to grab her hand and show her where she needed it, but Harperhadwon, and this was Charlie’s punishment. Or reward. The line between painful aching and pleasurable aching was impossible to define. “Close,” she finally managed.