** Harper **
"I think you might know what I'm about to say next." His voice was a deep husk, and his eyes were hooded, gleaming darkly just like the way they did the last time at his place.
Harper let out a breathless chuckle. "Yes, I think I do." The words still sounded a bit wobbly. "Come here." She pulled him up toward her and pressed her lips to his.
She had never thought that she'd one day learn to enjoy something like this. To taste herself on someone else's tongue always seemed odd and a bit awkward, and the idea never thrilled. But now, nothing felt sexier than the slight tinge of salty sweetness on his lips and in his mouth. It didn't embarrass her anymore — quite the opposite, the intimate sense of contentment melted her to the bones, and she wished she could simply keep kissing him like this forever, never letting go.
