“You’re quiet,” he says, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “That’s not like you.”
“I’m thinking,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.
“About?” His hands shift again, sliding a fraction higher, and I suck in a sharp breath.
“About how unfair this is.”
His brow arches, the smirk deepening. “Unfair?”
“Mm-hmm.” My lips curve into a slow smile as I lift my chin, meeting his gaze head-on. “You get to be the one in control, and I’m melting into the couch.”
Like butter.
Harris’s chuckle is quiet, warm, but there’s a flicker of something darker in his eyes now. “You like it.”
He’s not wrong.
Not even a little.
His hands inch higher, fingers skimming along the curve of my thigh, and every coherent thought I’ve ever had flies out the window.The tension between us crackles like a live wire, and I swear the air in the room feels heavier, charged.
“This okay?” he asks, his voice softer now, his touch still but present, his gaze searching mine.
Better than okay. I nod, throat too dry to speak.
My body responds as I shift a little closer, the space between us shrinking by the second.
The corner of his mouth lifts in a crooked grin, but there’s no teasing in his expression now—a quiet intensity that makes my heart race. His hands slide up again, slow and deliberate, until they rest on my upper thighs.
I tilt my head, my lips parting, and the faintest, most teasing smile tugs at my mouth. “So. Are you gonna kiss me, or are you gonna keep pretending this is all about a massage?”
His laughter is soft, a low rumble that makes my stomach flip, but his hands don’t move. “Maybe I’m waiting for you to ask.”
His challenge sends a spark shooting through me, and suddenly, I don’t feel like teasing anymore.
“Consider this me asking.”
Chapter 10
Harris
I don’t think she realizes what she’s doing to me.
The way she’s sitting there, her legs still draped over mine, her voice soft but steady as she says, “Consider this me asking.”
For a second, I don’t move. I stare at her, trying to wrap my head around the fact thatshesaid it—that Lucy has the balls to ask me to kiss her.
Most women act coy. Or play hard to get. Or are so overtly sexy to make it clear that sex is what they want.
They usually don’t come out and say the words.
Lucy watches me, lips curved into a smile, like she knows she’s thrown me completely off my game.
Like she’s daring me to make the next move.
God help me, I’m not strong enough to resist her.
I let my hands slide a little farther up her thighs, feeling the warmth of her skin under my palms, and lean in slowly, my eyes locked on hers. Her breath catches—the smallest sound, barely audible—sending a jolt straight through me.
