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—