His Naughty Lessons
Chapter 50: Devour You

Chapter 50: Devour You

** Eli **

From the expression on Harper’s face, Eli knew that he didn’t have to specify what "the next course" meant. Her cheeks were colored by just the perfect hint of a flush, and her lips were parted as she stared at him breathlessly, her eyes soft and ... wanting.

Hell he loved that look.

His hand moved out of its own will, touching a thumb to the softness of her bottom lip. "Bed or couch?" he asked.

The little dove, who had now turned into a sexy vixen, grinned at his words. There was only the slightest trace of shyness in that grin, drowned by the rest that was all eagerness. She emptied the remaining rosé from her glass and — he was surprised when she took his hand — led him to her bedroom.

The strange feeling from last week suddenly returned with the power of a tide. They hadn’t done anything yet, hadn’t even kissed, but just seeing her with that look on her face, following her to her room and knowing what was going to happen next ... was enough to make him immediately go hard. It was alarming, and Eli thought that he should probably start taking this as a serious, problematic sign, but the moment they reached the bed and Harper climbed into it ... That thought completely vanished from his head.

It shouldn’t have felt so arousing to simply be in a woman’s bedroom, but it was. The scent of her surrounded him, filling every corner of the space with the sweet notes of honey and vanilla. The colors meeting his eyes were soft and warm, all creams and beige, and it somehow blended in magically with the tone of her skin, making him feel as if she was everywhere, embracing him, welcoming him.

The feeling that should’ve been alarming was now a fire hissing inside him, urging him to follow the most basic human instinct.

"Should I ..." Harper perched on the edge of her bed, fingering the hem of her shirt. "Does this need to come off?"

... Alright. That question brought Eli back to reality. Eagerness aside, she was still obviously shy about this. And he was here to help her with that, not to indulge himself in whatever unspeakable fantasies he was conjuring up in his mind.

"Up to you," he said with a lopsided grin that hopefully would help her relax. "I wouldn’t mind unwrapping presents on my own if that’s what you’re asking."

She let out a small chuckle, and her shoulders slacked a little. Good.

Eli proceeded to take off his own jeans. When he laid them down over a chair, he caught Harper eyeing him with a ... fascinated expression. He paused and followed her gaze, realizing that she was staring intently at the huge tent he had made of his boxers.

His lips twitched with an imminent laughter. "You can ask, you know, if you want to look at it closer," he teased and strode closer to the bed.

"I—" Her eyes snapped away. "Um, I didn’t mean to ... stare. I was just a little surprised. We ... haven’t even started anything ..."

Ah. They had both underestimated how much she could affect him, this sexy little vixen.

Eli let a smile linger between them instead of a reply, and he edged himself into the bed, pulling her closer to the center and lowering her onto the soft blankets. Her hair spilled over the pillow, a wild nebula of deep auburn red, and he nuzzled the lustrous curls, recognizing the familiar scent of pomegranate and bergamot wafting into the air.

Old memories weaved together with new desires, making the girl in front of him even more mesmerizing and irresistible to the senses.

"You smell like heaven." He leaned in to whisper against her ear, before dropping a light kiss just beneath it on the side of her neck. "Truly the sweetest dessert ever."

A tiny gasp threaded out of her. Her breaths grew a little faster.

Right, she liked intimate bedroom talks. And now that they had agreed upon that part of the "lesson", he no longer had to hold back and think twice about what was appropriate to say. He no longer had to silence what was truly on his mind.

Pleased with this reminder, he feathered more kisses along her jaw, up her chin, until he painted a trail leading to the corner of her mouth. Capturing those soft lips, he took her in a sensual dance of the tongue.

Even after all these weeks, kissing Harper still felt as bewitching as the very first time. He loved the taste of her. Could never grow tired of it. Her sweetness was like the essence of summer flowers, not too overpowering but with just the right amount of refreshing crisp that tempted him to ask for more, more. The lingering scent of the rosé only made it even more intoxicating, and as he swept deep over the roof of her mouth, he savored it greedily, wanting to feel and relish all the sensual delight she had to offer.

He knew she liked this too, especially when he took his time with the teases and strokes to slowly drive the breaths out of her. So that was what he did, keeping a measured tempo and seducing her until she sighed and whimpered into his mouth. One of his hands slid under the hem of her shirt, gently tracing small circles over her stomach, and it wasn’t long before one of her own hands came up behind him, resting over his nape. He felt the soft warmth of her palm as she lightly held him there, the touch a delicate caress.

That gesture was intimate, yet also innocent. She probably would’ve happily held him there and just let him keep kissing her all night ... Except, well, he had some further plans that were not so innocent upon comparison.

Reluctantly, he broke the kiss. "And you taste like heaven," he breathed against her lips. "That’ll make it hard for a man to resist the urge to devour you savagely, Harper."

Her eyes flew open as he pulled away. "What—"

He gave her another lopsided grin. The hand that was grazing the hem of her shirt lifted it, and he inched down, brushing his lips over her soft skin just above the seam of her shorts.