His Naughty Lessons-Chapter 193: Old and New

** Harper **

Harper couldn’t feel the rest of her body anymore. For a long moment, she lay boneless like a puddle, adrift on the clouds of euphoria, and it wasn’t until the sofa cushion dipped beneath her that she remembered where she was.

Lazily, she opened her eyes, finding Eli looming over her with a smug and dangerous smile.

"My good girl has a bad and dirty mind." His gaze gleamed darkly. "Since you like it so much when I talk filthy, I’ll have to get you to say those same words back to me someday. Without the influence of alcohol."

... Harper couldn’t decide if she should blush or purr at the promise. Though apparently, her fazed mind had no trouble taking its pick on autodrive, because she heard herself say at once, "Do I get to layer you up with whipped cream too while I say it?"

... Darn. There went her image of a good girl forever.

Eli seemed just as surprised by her spontaneous reply, but only for a second. Then a low laugh replaced the fleeting pause. "Are you that eager to find out what it tastes like?" he smirked.

The next moment, he crushed his lips onto hers, and the rich flavor of that whipped cream exploded on the tip of her tongue, along with the familiar taste of herself.

Oh yes, it was indeed just the perfect balance of creamy, sweet, and salty, blended together into the most intoxicating concoction. Or maybe it was a sex potion ... because what else could so easily make her body kick into autodrive yet again, greedily reciprocating the kiss and sliding her hands under the hem of his shirt?

"Still so impatient," he breathed into her mouth, although he seemed no better himself in that regard. Breaking their kiss without taking his eyes off of her, he pulled back and yanked his shirt off his shoulders.

Speaking of the most delicious dessert to be topped with whipped cream ...

After everything they had just finished, Harper wasn’t expecting to still have such a hungry appetite, but she totally did as soon as the shirt was out of the way. The drooling urge she felt the other day at the volleyball field was back, and her "bad and dirty mind" was already imagining the offering in front of her topped with various condiments. Whipped cream, or—

"I’m curious how you’ll go with the risotto sauce," she blurted the next thought on her mind. "More savory than sweet. I think that flavor profile must fit you a lot better."

The look in Eli’s eyes visibly went dark at those words. His grin widened as he finished shedding his pants, readied his sheath, and bent over her again to nibble her earlobe. "I’ll gladly be your serving plate the next time you make dinner for me," he promised. "Be it risotto or anything else. Or cream pie."

This time, Harper was sure that she actually blushed, and the temporarily subsided flames in her body were quick to flicker back to life, licking her veins with renewed pulses of heat.

"I-I’ll have to try more recipes on you then, one by one." She wasn’t going to talk about the cream pie, not at all. Even though the hardness that was now probing between her legs kept pushing those words to the front of her mind. "You’ll have to teach me all the different ways to make different types of sauces ... Show me everything you know, and don’t hide a single secret from me."

It was meant to be a joking tease, of course. But somehow, she felt a slight pause in his movement. He looked up at her, and the look in his eyes seemed ... soft. A little hazy, as if what she said reminded him of something else. Something tender and precious.

Then he smiled. "Yes. Of course I’ll show you everything." He kissed her again, this time a much gentler press of his lips. "Everything I know will be yours too, Harper. Old ones or new."

It was just an answer to her new learning request, she was sure. But strangely, it sounded like a promise. A romantic and important one. Harper thought she should probably ask if he was alluding to something else that she wasn’t clearheaded enough to remember ... but then he deepened the kiss, gliding forward, and the hot sensation filling her body replaced all her musings with a moan.

How was it possible that she still wasn’t getting used to this, after so many nights they had already spent together? The barely controlled need in his kiss, the claiming tightness of his embrace, the snug fit between them that felt so perfect and right. After all the repetitions over the past week, she still couldn’t help but shudder as soon as he slid in, overwhelming her senses in the most incredible ways.

And from the sound of it, it seemed like things didn’t change much on his side either ... because he was also letting out that same breathy groan alongside her own, gripping her waist tight until all the inches reached where they belonged.

Harper’s mind reeled in satisfaction at the effect she had on him. Though at the same time, a curiosity tugged at the edge of her thoughts. "So ... does this count as old or new?" she whispered against his lips.

He laughed, a low rumble that she felt through their entwined bodies. "Both." His hand slid behind her, gripping her butt before reaching sensually down her inner thigh, and her insides tightened at the slippery wetness she felt all over the skin where he touched. "You are sweeter and juicier than usual today," he continued, "but it’s still you ... just more of you."

Harper chuckled, just in time before a deep slide into that sweet and juicy part stole her breath, making her shudder and moan all over again.

Savoring his words in her mind, she sealed their lips back together, wrapping her arms around him to match her body to his rhythm, and she let that old and new sensation take over, soaring higher and wilder until it consumed her once more.