The Reluctant Vampire - Lynsay Sands [45]
Drina spotted their waitress almost at once. She’d come to a halt halfway between the doors to the lounge and the dance floor, but now turned and moved back to the doors, leaving them to follow. By the time they pressed through the swinging doors, she was setting their drinks on their table and melting away.
Harper ushered her to the table, and Drina slid in, then moved farther over to make room for him when he started to slide onto the bench seat beside her rather than claim the opposite bench as he had earlier. The moment they were both settled, he caught her chin in his hand and turned her face up to his for a kiss. This time it was a quick, hard one, almost a brand of possession, and then he released her and reached for his Sweet Ecstasy.
He took a healthy swallow, and then set it back and rested his arm on the edge of the table in front of her. Following his lead, Drina reached for her own glass and took a drink. It was as she was setting it back on the table that she felt something feather across her right nipple. Glancing down, she saw that he’d extended his fingers, the tips feathering over her hardened nipple visible through the thin material of her bra and dress.
As she watched, he did it again, just extending his fingers and letting the tips brush across the excited nub. Drina bit her lip and glanced around, but the way he’d positioned himself blocked anyone from seeing what he was doing. When she met his gaze, he asked, “Do you enjoy being a hunter?”
Drina blinked, her brain slow to absorb the idle question. Finally, she nodded.
“Yes.” The word came out in a husky whisper, and she cleared her throat before adding, “Sometimes it gets disheartening, but mostly I feel like I’m helping people, if only by stopping rogues from hurting anyone else.”
“They’re lucky to have you,” he said quietly, and then raised his hand to run one finger along the edge of her neckline, following the V-neck over the curve of her breast and down to where the material met between her breasts. “What do you do for fun besides dancing?”
Drina licked her lips and forced her attention from what he was doing to try to answer the question. “I find reading relaxing, and—” She paused and bit her lip, her body going still as he leaned forward and nuzzled her ear.
“And?” he prompted, his breath tickling across flesh suddenly alive with nerve endings.
“And what?” she breathed, turning her face to find his lips.
Harper kissed her, a long, lazy kiss this time, his tongue sweeping in and then withdrawing before he drew back. His hand drifted away from her neckline, and he reached for his glass again.
Drina shivered at the loss of his touch and reached for her own drink.
“The way you move on the dance floor is incredibly sexy. I found myself watching you and wondering if you were wearing one of the new bra and panty sets Stephanie helped you pick out today.”
She’d just raised the glass to her lips and her eyes shot to his over the rim. His expression was casual, as if they were discussing the weather, but his eyes were fierce. She took a gulp of her Sweet Ecstasy and merely nodded as she swallowed.
He smiled and set his glass down, then returned his fingers to her neckline, running the tips lightly along the edge again. “Which one?”
Drina hesitated. She then smiled slowly, and said, “I think I’ll leave you to find that out for yourself.”
Harper met her gaze and held it, but she felt a tugging at her top, and then he looked down. She did as well to see that he’d caught the neckline with one finger and eased it the slightest bit to the side, revealing the edge of the red lace bra with its black trim. When she looked back to his eyes, she found them burning silver.
“My favorite,” he breathed, his eyes glowing and Drina almost released a nervous laugh. That was what Stephanie had said when she’d insisted she wear them tonight. “Harper really liked these. You should wear them.”
Drina took another drink and managed