Zoey let out a shriek as Harriet suddenly tickled her waist in the hot spring, splashing water as she tried to twist away. Harriet laughed, pulling her even closer, and Zoey gasped, squirming as she tried to catch Harriet's hands to make her stop. Instead, Harriet wrapped her arms firmly around Zoey's waist, drawing her in. Instinctively, Zoey looped her arms around Harriet's neck, her breath catching.
Harriet had rented a private hot spring resort just for the two of them. When Zoey asked why, Harriet had shrugged, saying she just wanted quality time together. Now, Harriet's fingers playfully traced Zoey's bikini top as she murmured, "Would you mind wearing bikinis like this every day?" Her hand tugged gently at the tie.
Zoey pressed a finger to Harriet's nose. "You're impossible! Are you trying to freeze me to death by making me wear this all the time?" she teased, laughing. "Harriet!" she squealed as Harriet untied her top, waving it above her head triumphantly.
Covering her chest with one arm, Zoey reached out with the other to grab her bikini top back. Her laughter softened when Harriet drew her close, her gaze steady and intense. "What are you doing?" Zoey mumbled, meeting Harriet's eyes.
"Can we... do this here?" Harriet's voice was playful but low, a mischievous glint in her eye.
Zoey looked around nervously. "Harriet, we're literally outside."
Harriet shrugged, a playful smirk crossing her face. "So? It's a private resort. No one else is here," she replied with a wink.
Zoey rolled her eyes, still trying to snatch back her top. But Harriet lowered her arms, tilting Zoey's face toward her, planting a trail of kisses along her shoulder. Zoey shivered as Harriet's lips brushed her jawline, teeth grazing lightly. She drew in a sharp breath, feeling her cheeks flush.
"Harriet," she whispered, her voice carrying a mix of excitement and caution. "We're still outside."
Harriet chuckled, unfazed. "If anyone sees, let them watch," she murmured, laughter in her voice as Zoey pinched her waist, trying to steady herself.
"You're really..." Zoey began, but Harriet silenced her with a soft kiss, leaving Zoey's heart racing as she gave in.
Zoey wrapped her arms around Harriet's neck, drawing her in to deepen the kiss. Harriet's hand remained securely around Zoey's waist while her other hand traced upward, gently exploring Zoey's curves. A soft gasp escaped Zoey as her knees weakened, and Harriet steadied her, guiding her carefully to the edge of the pool. Zoey leaned against the warm tile corner, the heat of the water matched only by the intensity of their closeness.
"Zoey..." Harriet mumbles between their kisses, her voice low and breathless. Her fingers threaded through Zoey's hair, pulling her closer still, the kiss growing fiercer as she held Zoey tightly, unrestrained in the privacy of the secluded space.
Harriet plopped down on the couch, the bathrobe loosely tied around her, accentuating her relaxed demeanor. She crossed her legs, leaning her left elbow against the headrest, resting her head back on her palm while the other hand held a glass of wine. Her eyebrow arched playfully as she took a sip, her gaze fixed on Zoey, who was also in a similar bathrobe, patting her damp hair dry.
Harriet smirked. "I could go for another round if you keep wearing that robe of yours," she chuckled.
Zoey groaned, walking over to Harriet. "I doubt you ever get tired," she replied, playfully tapping Harriet's legs. Harriet uncrossed her legs, allowing Zoey to sit on her lap.
"How could I ever get tired when you're this hot?" Harriet said, taking a sip of her wine while her eyes traced the curves of Zoey's body.
Zoey parted the hem of her robe, revealing her smooth skin as she reached for the moisturizer on the center table. Opening it, she poured some into her palm and seductively began rubbing it into her legs, moving up to mid-thigh.
Harriet gulped, her heart racing at the sight. "What are you doing?" she asked in a low voice, trying to keep her composure.
Zoey looked up, smiling mischievously. "Applying moisturizer, I guess?" she laughed, continuing to apply the lotion to her skin.
Harriet threw her head back, groaning in frustration. "Come on, sweetheart, stop teasing me like that. You look so hot even doing the simplest thingsâyou know that?" She bit her lower lip, winking at Zoey.
Zoey burst into laughter, covering her mouth in disbelief. "Oh gosh!" she exclaimed, shaking her head, unable to contain her amusement at Harriet's playful desperation.
"You're like a drugâso addicting," Harriet said, setting her wine glass down on the center table and wrapping her arms around Zoey's waist.
"Harriet, you know, sometimes I forget you're still a Pierce with that smart mouth of yours. I just can't with you," Zoey replied, laughing as she sighed and draped her arms around Harriet's neck.
"What can I do about it? You've got me hooked," Harriet said, meeting Zoey's gaze. "I love how your brown eyes look at me."
Zoey tilted her head, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ears as she smiled at Harriet. "You're like that because you want me, right?" she asked, slowly leaning in to kiss Harriet's lips. Just as Harriet was about to respond, Zoey pulled back, leaving her momentarily stunned.
"Whatâ" Harriet blinked, trying to process what had just happened.
Zoey smiled at her and lifted Harriet's chin before capturing her lips again. She cupped Harriet's cheeks, and Harriet instinctively reached for her nape, pulling her in to deepen the kiss. Harriet leaned back against the headrest as Zoey loosened the tie on her bathrobe.
Zoey's hand glided to Harriet's shoulder, and she let the robe fall onto the sofa, revealing Harriet's fair skin beneath her sports bra and women's brief. Harriet bit her knuckles, letting out a soft gasp as Zoey trailed kisses down her neck, her hands exploring Harriet's chest and abdomen.
Harriet shut her eyes, lost in the sensation, as Zoey's tongue traced her earlobe. Suddenly, Harriet chuckled, feeling Zoey's hand on the loop of her brief. Quickly, she grabbed Zoey's wrist, clicking her tongue. "That's a no-go, sweetheart," she said, locking eyes with her.
Zoey laughed and kissed her before burying her face into Harriet's shoulder, her fingers still playing on Harriet's abdomen. "Well, at least you're letting me do this," she said, shrugging playfully.
Harriet chuckled, planting kisses on Zoey's head. "You know I love you, but I'm not a fan of someone doing me. I'd rather do you than the other way around."
Zoey chuckled, kissing Harriet's neck. "It's not like I know how to do you, though."
"Just don't try to learn. You might get addicted," Harriet joked.
"Or maybe you'll get addicted once I learn how to do you," Zoey replied, giggling.
Harriet gulped nervously. "Nope, don't try. That won't do."
Noticing Harriet's nervousness, Zoey laughed and shook her head. "One of these days, I'll try to do you."
"Nope!" Harriet exclaimed, playfully pressing on Zoey's thigh.