He was right about her being over dressed. Bunt really, he was more so over dressed and that was the truth. That was fine, though. Daphne would let him have his fun with her and eventually she'd repay him. And if she knew what the hell was on his mind, she'd let him kiss her anywhere he wanted. That was only if she knew what was on his mind.
Once his hand began making its way up her leg, she grinned. If he were lucky, maybe he'd find out that she wasn't wearing a whole lot of much beneath that skirt of hers. Then again, he may not have been bold enough to find out.
As her bra went flying off to the side, she knew he wouldn't waste much time in connecting himself to her via his lips. And she was right. A slight shiver was given as Daphne bit the inside of her lips, Harry's mouth busy on a sensitive spot. Normally she'd moan for him, but she'd drag it out, letting him silently beg for it.