His Naughty Lessons
Chapter 127: Pick up Where We Left Off

Chapter 127: Pick up Where We Left Off

** Harper **

When Eli was finally finished with her, moving back up from between her legs after licking her clean, Harper was boneless. She draped over him limply like noodles as he scooped her up from the sofa, rearranging their bodies so that she was cradled in his arms, her back against his chest.

For a few breathless minutes, neither of them moved again or spoke. But there was no need to put anything into words. The sound of their uneven inhales and exhales, the scent of sweat and other body fluids hanging in the air, and the thrashing pulses of their heartbeats said more than enough. Harper let herself relax into the intimate silence as her body and mind slowly drifted down, returning to reality. Only then did she realize that Eli was slowly stroking her hair, in a seemingly casual but unmistakably endearing way that felt almost dreamlike.

The moment was too good to be true. And the things he just did to her, she could still barely believe it. Even her wildest wet dreams wouldn’t dare get that bold—

"I still can’t believe you did that," Eli said, interrupting her thoughts by apparently speaking out her thoughts.

"... That should be my line!" Harper gasped, shifting in his arms to look up at him. "What you did with your— your tongue ... I still can’t believe it’s even physically possible!"

He let out a low laugh, and he hugged her closer, planting a kiss on her forehead. The gesture was so adoring in an almost innocent way that if she hadn’t felt a hard twitch against her lower back, she would’ve been fooled.

"You asked for things that I hadn’t had the chance to do to you yet," he replied, nudging her closer into the crook of his neck. "That was just two of them. I have plenty more surprises up my sleeves."

Harper chuckled. Then she remembered his earlier comment. "What did I do that surprised you so much?"

The hand that was still stroking her hair slowed a beat. "The way you ... kissed me," Eli said. His voice had gone softer. "I just never thought that you ... Well, that you would be interested."

Harper blinked. She might’ve thought he was joking, if his expression hadn’t looked damn serious. "What are you talking about?" she asked incredulously. "Have you not seen yourself in the mirror? What makes you think a woman could possibly be not interested in someone like that naked in front of her?"

He laughed again, the sound muffled in a strangely satisfying way as he buried his face in her hair. "You aren’t the type that can be seduced by just a body or a face, Harper. And it’s not the first time you’ve had me naked."

Her heart skipped a beat. Eli knew her too well, and he absolutely nailed it. He must’ve noticed the way she had admired every inch of him, learned every line and contour like they were secret love words. He understood what it meant, what it implied about her feelings for him ... But to Harper’s own surprise, she wasn’t embarrassed or nervous that he did. This biggest barrier between them had lifted now, and she was thankful that things could finally be different.

The thoughts probably showed on her face, because the next moment, Eli held her closer and planted a kiss on the top of her head. "Should we finish up where we left off with the conversation at the pool?" he asked softly.

Yes. That sounded like a good idea, now that they had gotten enough steam out of their systems to be able to use reasonable judgment. But then Harper remembered the prodding sensation against her hip, and she had to reassess the "getting enough steam out of their systems" part. "Are you sure the conversation is what you want to pick up where we left off?" She couldn’t help the urge to slip in a little tease. "Not something else ... more urgent?"

Eli groaned when she wiggled her butt in demonstration. "That situation is not going to go away for as long as you’re in my line of sight. Hell, probably not for as long as you exist." He patted the top of her thigh in a signal for her to get up from on top of him. "I’ll just go take a shower. Then we can talk."

Harper whimpered a protest as the heat of his palm on her thigh achieved the completely opposite effect of what it intended to. "That’s not how the trope is supposed to go right now!" she whined. "You’re supposed to keep kissing me while we cuddle, and then you’re supposed to roll us into a different position, and then we’re supposed to continue making love all night in every pose known to m—"

A growl escaped his throat as he captured her lips, swallowing the rest of the sentence into his mouth.

This was no longer the gentle, innocent kisses that he brushed over her forehead earlier. It was hot and hungry, with a hint of punishment as he bit her bottom lip lightly between his teeth, making her gasp at the half sting, half tingle. His hand slid up, giving her bare breast a hard squeeze, and she moaned into his mouth from the rush of sensations that the touch reawakened.

Alright, maybe she shouldn’t have gone so far to provoke him ...

"Why did I ever think it was a good idea to help you with that goddamn web novel?" Only after drawing enough whimpers from her did he release her lips with a grunt.

Harper chuckled shamelessly. "Because you knew I was a good student and would learn all you have to teach me in no time?" she said. Knowing that she should probably stop the teasing before it escalated beyond control though, she rolled herself off of him and out of the couch. "Fine, we can pick up the rest of the trope some other day ... unless we’re sharing the shower again?"

His gaze was dark and dangerous as she stood in front of him wearing nothing but a wicked grin.

"... You’ll be in deep trouble, Harper, once we get that box from the concierge."