** Eli **
Harper's moan was so uncontrolled that it practically vibrated through her. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and that area beneath his palm tightened, pulsing hot and wet.
"God. I'm starting to think … Maybe we should've gone with the box from the concierge after all?" she panted.
Eli hissed a groan of his own at the bold admission. This sexy, beautiful, wonderous girl … How come she always knew exactly what to say to turn his insides into liquid? And even more so, to make that liquid simultaneously a rivulet of molten lava and a pool of squishy jelly, for both the need it roused in his body and the tenderness it brought to his heart?
"I can tell …" he replied. The words came out almost a slur with his mouth still latched onto her. His palm glided along her slippery core, and he stroked her entrance softly with the pad of his finger. "You seem quite 'prepared' for it, indeed."
