** Eli **
With Harper's legs clenched around his neck, her fingers trembling madly in his hair and that sweetest part of her body still spasming against his tongue, everything felt too wild and too carnal to be real. But Eli knew it was real, because as he continued to lick her up, he knew it was her scent, her taste. Her pleasure was a tangible, living thing, pulsing between them like the very air they breathed.
He pulled his mouth away at last and looked at her. Her skin was flushed from her cheeks all the way down to her breasts, a soft shade of pink that made her look so delicious that it shouldn't even be possible. Her chest was still heaving, a stutter of unsteady rises and falls, and her lips were parted as she drew in shallow breaths, making those shuddering little sounds that he wished he could record and keep with him forever.
Fuck. He was going to lose it if he kept looking at such a sight.
