“Come on,” I ordered, leading her over to the Toyota. “Climb in.”
I waited for her to unlock the car and then sat down in the passenger seat while she climbed in the driver’s side.
“Dang, this thing is nicer than I thought it would be.”
“Yep,” I said with a nod. “You’ve got cruise control, heated seats, and a backup camera.”
“Fancy shit,” she joked, grinning at me.
I smiled back, glad that she seemed to have lost the awkward, distant thing she’d been doing. I had no clue why she’ddisappeared from the party the way she had, but I didn’t want shit to be weird between us. I liked Harper. Even if nothing else ever happened, I wanted to be able to spend time around her.
Of course, I wasn’t an idiot, and I was dying to touch her again. I’d spent the entire weekend thinking about her.
So, when she couldn’t seem to stop staring at my mouth and the tension in the car ratcheted up to eleven, I was fuckingin.
Reaching out, I slid my hand into her hair and gripped it at the base of her neck, waiting for her to give any indication that she didn’t want me to touch her. Instead, her eyes fluttered closed, and she leaned into it just enough that her throat arched.
“Fuck,” I muttered.
“This is a bad idea,” she replied, her eyes barely opening as I pulled her toward me across the seat.
“It’s a great idea,” I argued, running my lips along her jaw.
Her skin was so fucking soft. By the time I reached her mouth, her lips had parted and she was ready for me. This kiss, somehow, was better than the first time. Maybe because both of us knew what we were getting, or maybe just because there was nothing tentative about it. One of Harper’s hands cupped my cheek. The other gripped the neck of my hoodie, like she was afraid I was going to pull away from her before she was ready.
I groaned as that hand slipped under the fabric, her nails digging into my trap.
Unwilling to let go of the hair tangled around my fingers, I turned and used the other hand to grip her waist, urging her closer.
It was no use. The little Toyota crossover was too small to easily get her over the center console and into my lap without some serious maneuvering, and I wasn’t about to give up her mouth long enough to do it.
Her hands on my skin and mine in her hair would have to be enough as the kiss grew desperate and wet.
I’m not sure how long we would’ve stayed there if my phone hadn’t started ringing and broken the silence like a gunshot.
I pulled away, making Harper whimper as she chased my mouth with hers. As her teeth bit down on my bottom lip, I almost decided to ignore the call. I probably would’ve, if the phone hadn’t just kept ringing and ringing.
Harper sat dazedly as I leaned back and pulled the phone out of my pocket.
“What?” I answered, watching as her eyes slowly sobered.
“Where you at?” Cian asked. “We still grabbing lunch?”
“I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Where’d you go?”
“Five minutes,” I said before hanging up.
“I did it again,” Harper said in disbelief, looking around at the fogged windows.
“Won’t be the last time,” I replied, waiting for her to look at me again.
“Yes, it will,” she said with a huff, throwing open the door.
Jesus, the woman was hot as fire and then cold as a wet blanket within the space of a minute. I felt like I was getting whiplash.
“What the hell?” I asked, following her out. “Harper!”
