Drina smiled. “I know. Beth swears by it. She says it’s reawakened her flagging interest in sex and that she has the best sex ever on it.”
Harper’s eyebrows rose. “Does she?”
“Yeah.” Drina chuckled, her gaze dropping back to the menu as she admitted, “She’s always pestering me to try it, and I’ve always kind of wanted to, but I’ve never been with anyone I liked and trusted enough to try it with.” She glanced up and met his gaze, and added, “Until now.”
Harper stared back silently, their gazes locked until a shift in air drew their attention to the fact that someone was standing at the end of the table. He didn’t even glance over to ensure it was the waitress, but simply growled, “Two Sweet Ecstasies.”
“Okie dokie,” the waitress said cheerfully, and slipped away.
The silence drew out for a minute, and then Drina said abruptly, “Let’s dance.”
She didn’t wait for a response, but promptly slid out of the booth and started back toward the door to the dance section of the club. She didn’t have to glance around to see if Harper was following. Drina could feel the heat coming off his body and pouring along her back. The man was practically on her heels and stayed there all the way into the next room and onto the crowded dance floor.
The music was a dance mix, fast and pulsing, the rapid heartbeat of a lover. Drina let it flow through her, allowing her body to move as it would to the sound. She knew Harper was right there with her but didn’t even look at him. Instead, she closed her eyes and moved. When the music slowed three songs later, and he caught her hand to pull her into his arms, she went willingly. The instant electricity between them told her they wouldn’t need any Sweet Ecstasy, but she hadn’t expected they would. Still, when she spotted their waitress moving through the room toward them with a tray holding two drinks, she waved at the woman and smiled as she approached.
“They were going warm,” the waitress explained, pausing beside them.
“You’re a gem. I was getting thirsty,” Drina said with a grin. She then grabbed her drink and downed it in one go as Harper reached for his own drink.
“Another?” their waitress asked with a wicked grin as Drina lowered the now-empty glass.
“Oh definitely,” she said on a laugh as she set the empty glass back on the tray.
“Make it two,” Harper suggested, and then quickly downed his own and replaced it on the tray.
“You got it,” the woman said cheerfully, and swung away.
Smiling, Drina slid her hands around Harper’s neck as he drew her back into his arms.
“Stephanie was wrong about you not dancing since ‘Gone-With-the-Wind-dresses’ were in fashion,” Harper said with amusement as she shifted against his body to the slower beat. “You know how to move to modern music.”
“Beth and I often hit the clubs with some of the other hunters after work. It’s good for blowing off steam,” she admitted, and then said, “You don’t do so bad yourself. You’re disproving that old saying about white men not being able to dance.”
Harper chuckled. “I don’t know about that.”
“I do,” she assured him, and then deliberately moved close enough that their hips met, and added, “Beth says that’s a sure sign that a man is good in bed. Are you good in bed, Harper?”
Harper’s laughter caught in his throat, and his eyes flared silver-green. Then he caught her by the back of her head and kissed her. It was no slow, gentle melding of mouths, but as if their earlier embrace had never been interrupted, and they were just continuing that. His mouth was hungry, hot, and hard, devouring rather than exploring, demanding with no sign of tentativeness. He wanted her, bad, and didn’t care who knew.
It wasn’t the Sweet Ecstasy. That couldn’t possibly have kicked in yet, Drina knew. She tightened her arms around his neck, meeting his need with her own, and moaned into his mouth when his hands slid up her sides to the level of her breasts. He didn’t grab them as he had outside the restaurant, but kept them at her sides, allowing just his thumbs to feather along the sides of her breasts and then under them in a tantalizing caress that had her nipples hardening with hope that they could feel that touch. They didn’t. Instead, his thumbs slid back up again in another mostly innocent caress to join his fingers at her sides. Harper wasn’t so far gone down the road of need that he’d forgotten where they were, she realized, half-relieved and half-disappointed.
Her disappointment was mitigated a great deal when his leg slid between both of hers, and he dropped one hand down to press her bottom forward so that his thigh rubbed against her with every step. He didn’t remove his hand at once but let it dip lower, curving it briefly under her bottom and letting his fingers brush lightly between her legs in a caress that had her breath hitching in her throat. It was the swiftest of touches, and then his hand slid back up to her waist, but it was effective. The blood now roared in her ears, the strobing lights suddenly seemed blinding, and she was abruptly weak in the knees and sagging against him, flat out riding his thigh, which only intensified everything.