His Naughty Lessons-Chapter 170: Leaving His Mark

** Harper **

This was ... not what Harper expected at all, but she liked it. Loved it, every time when Eli let out this hidden side of him and showed her just how possessive he could get.

Maybe jealousy really wasn’t so bad of a way to spice things up?

She sighed in dizzying satisfaction as he dove hard into her mouth, claiming her breath with a greedy and urgent sort of hunger. Capturing her tongue, he suckled in a way utterly unlike the gentleness he showed the night before, and as she fumbled to catch up with the unfamiliar advances, his hand snaked around the back of her head, digging into her hair to angle her precisely the way he wanted for deeper access.

Even his scent was so overpowering, crashing over her in an all-consuming tide. The hint of his Manhattan still lingered on his tongue, and the herbal spiciness blended in perfectly into his own masculine taste, making her intoxicated. From effects that weren’t just a result of the alcohol itself.

"... Sex on the Beach?" Eli slowed their kisses just enough to breathe the words against her lips. Apparently he was doing exactly the same thing she was doing, savoring her drink as she savored his. "I’ve been waiting to try it this way since I saw you holding that cocktail glass," he added in a low whisper.

Hmm, not just jealousy then, Harper corrected the earlier thought in her mind. More of an impatience that had probably been brewing since morning ... Had he really been thinking about her like that the whole time while she thought he was distracted by Cecilia?

The realization made her grin, and she showed her approval with a nibble on his bottom lip. "Oh? You wanted to try Sex on the Beach?" she cooed. "Or you wanted to try sex on the beach?"

A muffled growl was the response she got. "You’re asking for trouble, little wicked devil." His tone suddenly turned dangerous.

Harper didn’t get a chance to say another word when the next moment, he gripped her hips and yanked her off of her feet in one swift scoop, making her yelp in shock. Taking three long strides into the kitchen, he carried her over to the counter, and the scene became strikingly familiar as he plopped her down, wedging himself between her legs and leaning in to drop hard kisses along her jaw.

Oh yes. It felt so good like this when he wasn’t holding back. Those gentle, feathery pecks had their own allure, of course, but it gave her a whole different type of tingles when he was rough this way, fingers digging into her skin and lips teasing the most sensitive spots along her neck with undisguised want. Harper tilted her head back, letting him reclaim freely what was taken away from him at breakfast, and as he suckled and—

Wait.

A belated thought flashed like lightning through her mind, cutting through the fog of pleasurable delight. "D-Don’t leave marks!" she gasped. Her hands darted to his shoulders, pressing against him to slow him down. "Not there!"

Eli stiffened. "... What?" He paused against her neck, breathing a bit heavily against her skin.

Harper winced at the thick disappointment he couldn’t hide from his voice. Yeah, she was so good at ruining the moment. Pulling back her hand, she met his confused stare with a sheepish smile and clutched that area on her neck layered under concealers. "You ... left a huge hickey on me this morning, right here," she explained. "I had to spend a whole day telling people it was a mosquito bite ... So maybe don’t go too hard on my neck? I mean, I like it when you do that, but ..."

She saw the understanding slowly set in. And when it did, the disappointment on Eli’s face turned into ... a wicked grin. "I see," he said meaningfully. "Mosquito bite, huh? Should we make a complaint to the resort about pest control?"

"..." Ugh, she knew that wasn’t a brilliant lie, but—

"Or should we just let the big bad mosquito come get you again," he continued, "and hope that it bites in more discreet places this time?"

His hand reached up, deftly sliding down the center of her shirt and undoing the buttons one by one. The moment her collarbones were revealed under the open collar, his lips were on it, trailing a hot path down as his other hand unclipped her bra and tugged it loose.

Oh. Well, that area should be safe. All the shirts she had brought for this trip had relatively modest collars, and as long as he—

The next thought in Harper’s head vaporized when the hard kisses traveled down her breasts, and he closed his lips around one of those sensitive tips.

He wasn’t gentle about it this time. Just like how he wasn’t about anything else tonight. Alternating between hard suckles and pulls, he played with her in his mouth, stirring up sensations just on this side of pleasure and pain that made her buckle with a moan. His other hand cupped her other side, squeezing and kneading, and when he worked the tension in her to where he wanted, he pinched her nipple between two fingers, sending another bolt of sharp desire crackling through her body.

"Here comes your new mosquito bite," he slurred with a mouthful, and his teeth closed over her, nibbling with just the right amount of force that sent her moaning again in a heady spiral of heat.

"God, Eli!" Harper gasped, growing breathless from his raw onslaught. "That’s ... That’s not how you leave hickeys ..."

Eli chuckled. "No. But isn’t that the point?" A wicked edge boomed in his voice. "This is how I plan to leave my marks over every inch of you from now on, Harper. In all the places where you can’t see, and can’t forget."

Harper’s heart stalled for a second at the sinful promise. In that same second, his hand grazed up her thigh, slipping under the hem of her skirt.