His Naughty Lessons
Chapter 79: At Your Disposal

Chapter 79: At Your Disposal

** Harper **

His arm slammed into the wall behind her. Kisses slowed into short and breathless pants as their hands slipped away from between their bodies. His forehead fell against hers, and the heat of his skin felt almost feverish, scorching hot even against the steaming temperature of the shower.

With their chests pressed tight into each other, Harper could feel his wild heartbeat, all lost causes of a rhythm not unlike her own a few moments ago. It thrilled her to think that this was what she could do to him, to bring him such overwhelming sensations beyond his control. And the fact that he let her — that he was so willing and almost greedy about sharing this part of him with her — made her body shimmer with heat, and her mind was adrift in golden delight.

Maybe she was getting closer to turning this into something real. Looping her arms around his neck, she hugged him close, wishing this moment could last longer — the euphoria, the intimate contentment, the simple but palpable pleasure.

Eli’s arms came up behind her too, wrapping around her waist as he buried his face into her hair. It was a long while before he regained his voice and said, hoarsely, "I’m having a hard time believing that was your first try, Harper. You were ... You are incredible."

An elated grin curved Harper’s lips. Right, she loved that part too — sharing another one of her firsts with him and knowing that it had turned out so perfectly. "That should give you more reason to trust me with new endeavors in the future," she replied with no small sense of pride. Then she looked down between them, catching a glimpse of the last trace of him washing away from her skin. "Well, for example, you could’ve ... done it without pulling away. You know I wouldn’t mind."

She didn’t just not mind it. She actually wanted it. The thought of swallowing everything he had to give ... was so filthy but so impossibly hot that her legs were growing weak again just from thinking about it. She wished so much that he could’ve let her.

A finger hooked beneath her chin, titling her face up. "I could’ve done what without pulling away?" he asked, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. Even with the tension gone slack from his body, his eyes still looked dark and dangerous. "Say it, what would you have rather preferred me to do?"

"..." Harper bit her lips. Well, she might have gotten over her shyness at doing certain things with him now, but to say it out loud, to put it in blatant words while meeting his eyes ... was another thing altogether, and she felt a surge of heat rising up her cheeks.

"... You ... could’ve come in my mouth." The words were a bare whisper.

He heard them though, and in the space between them where their bodies were still pressed close together, she felt something twitch.

... Already? Just from what she said?

As if hearing her inner gasp of incredulity, Eli chuckled. "You have no idea ..." He trailed off against her lips and kissed her again, deep and slow. Though before she could feel another reminder of the situation nudged between them, he pulled away. "We should probably get out of the shower," his voice was low as if under restraint, "if we ever want to make it out of here tonight."

Harper didn’t care if they stayed in the shower all night. But maybe he had a point — the water might start running cold if they kept at what they were doing. Reluctantly, she nodded, and she pressed one last wistful kiss to his lips before reaching for the towel.

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Eli was apparently serious about the comment he made on wanting her scent all over him. After she dried off and handed him the towel, he took his sweet time, wiping every inch of his body multiple times as if the towel was infused with luxury essential oil. When she offered to go find that oversized bathrobe for him, he declined, contentedly wrapping the towel around his waist.

Harper fought back a grin. Of course, it was more than fine by her if he wanted to walk around her apartment all night wearing nothing but a towel.

"You don’t need to dry those, by the way," he called behind her as he stepped out of the shower and saw her considering the soaked clothes they had left on the counter. "My place isn’t far by cab. Not like I can’t wear some wet clothes for a few minutes."

She turned back with a raised eyebrow. "Why, it’s easy enough to put it in the dryer for a quick spin. Unless you are in such a hurry to leave?" She slipped in an exaggerated tone of hurt.

That made Eli chuckle. "Nope, I’m all at your disposal for the rest of the night." The hint of a smirk on his face probably matched her own. "Have me and my clothes whichever way you like."

Oooh ... He really shouldn’t say things like that. It was putting all kinds of ideas in her head, none of which were good ideas after what they had already done in the shower.

Harper bit her lips again as her eyes darted over his bare chest, and she tried her best to push those bad ideas away. Things had been moving too fast tonight — within less than an hour, she had gotten fully naked in front of him, came so hard on his finger that her legs gave out, and had her mouth around him in a way that she would never, ever even imagine a mere month ago ... Wouldn’t it be too crazy to keep going any further?

Willing the risqué temptations out of her mind, she picked up Eli’s shirt, started the dryer on the shortest air dry setting, then fetched her ironing board and set down his trousers on the flat surface. "We’ll try out my version of an evening entertainment then," she said, pretending to act all casual. "Much more boring compared to ... your alternatives, but I do really like your suit. We should try to save it."

The lingering smirk danced a little more on his face before turning into a soft and curious smile. "You know how to treat rain damaged suits?" he asked.

Ah, rich guys like him probably either didn’t care enough to rescue rain damaged suits, or had a driver taking them everywhere so that those expensive suits never got in the weather. Harper sat down next to the ironing board and looked up at him, pleased that for once, there was something she could teach him instead. "Wool is the easiest, it’s essentially waterproof on its own and only needs to air out on a hanger." She ran a hand down the sleek fabric of his trousers. "But yours seems to be silk, so we should try to pat them dry before they shrink or lose shape."

She got each of them a small wash towel, and he took his seat on the other side of the board. Following her lead, he flattened the leg of the trousers onto the board and pressed the towel over it.

Harper couldn’t help smiling as she watched him. The sight of it felt strangely homey—she wrapped in a bathrobe, he in nothing but a towel, both of them sitting on the floor and patting wet clothes dry. It was such a sharp contrast to the heated scene they had just made in the shower ... But at the same time, those images didn’t clash. Both felt nice, natural, like it was always the way things were supposed to be between them.

She was lost in those thoughts when his eyes flicked up, and their gazes met across the ironing board.

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