** Eli **
Holy shit did this girl pick up her teasing skills fast.
Eli would've commended her for being such a stellar student, if not for the warmth of her palm already sliding stealthily across his groin, tracing dangerous circles in dangerous places and turning the words on his tongue into a barely stifled groan. The shimmering heat he felt earlier was no longer a mere shimmer, stoked into hissing flames with every wicked touch of her hand.
If she continued any further …
"Harper." Eli caught her hand, and it took a tremendous amount of effort to break their kiss a second time so that he could look her in the eye. He hesitated for a moment before whispering the question, "Are you sure about this?"
They both knew what "this" was, and they both knew the answer. But he had to ask. Because when she kissed him like that, touched him like that, he knew it wouldn't be long till the familiar feeling of losing control consumed him. And today—
