Chapter 174: Make Every Minute Count
** Harper **
The gentle, slow-building heat of last night was still fresh on Harper’s mind. But at this moment, with wild sensations crashing over her wave after wave, so much more intense and so much more untamed that she could barely believe her body capable of feeling it, all her memories and limits to her imagination were renewed.
And people say that third time’s a charm ... As the two of them collapsed into each other’s arms, shuddering and panting madly from the powerful surge of euphoria overtaking their bodies, Harper wondered how such a saying could possibly be right. If the second time was already redefining what she thought of as the ultimate height of passion ... then what would the third time be like? Could such insane pleasure really exist in this world?
The thought put an expectant smile on her face.
Apparently, Eli felt that smile with her face tucked right against him. The sound of his own heavy exhales turned into a breathless chuckle into her ear. "Should I take that as a sign of approval?" he asked. His voice was an incredibly delicious husk, made all the more sexy by the tiny residual tremors lending it a sinful timber.
Harper replied with a contented sigh, scraping her nails down his spine and making him shudder all over again. "A hundred and twenty percent approval," she declared, breathing into his neck and reveling in the intoxicating note of his musky scent mixed with a tinge of sweat. "So much so that I want to repeat it as soon as we get back to our own apartments ... and bless every piece of our furniture exactly the same way."
He laughed at that. "I would love nothing more." Then he gave her a squeeze on the waist with his hands still clutching hard onto her. "Though why are you talking as if we’re done here already? The night is still young ... and I fully plan to finish blessing every piece of furniture in this suite first, before we start thinking about moving on to our own apartments when we get back."
Right. She had forgotten that this man would never lose a challenge when it comes to wicked promises.
Harper was all game. With their bodies still tangled together, she squeezed her legs, tightening herself like a candy wrapper all around the man of wicked promises. "Then why don’t we get going on that task already?" she cooed as he visibly jolted to regather his senses from that move. "Let’s see ... The dining table next, or the window sill? Or, alternatively, I liked the courtyard quite a lot too ..."