catch his perfect abs and his jeans, which are currently unbuttoned.
It’s all very sexy. Like foreplay.
Once we’re done and both lying on the bed next to each other, we scroll through our photos, deleting the ones we don’t like, stashing them away in our private folder on Snapchat.
“This is my favorite,” he says as he stops on one photo. I’m lying on the bed, my back to him, my exposed lower butt cheeks peeking out beneath the white lace. You can only see my lower back, my butt and my thighs. No one would ever know it’s actually me. I actually look pretty good. It’s an area I don’t really see. It’s not like I check out my backside every day in the mirror. “I never figured myself for an ass man, but this is...” His voice drifts.
“It’s what?” I ask when he remains quiet.
“It makes me want to bite you.” He points at one bared ass cheek. “Right there.”
His voice is low. Deep. His head lifts. His gaze meets mine. Holds. Sensations swirl within me, tangling together into a knot in my stomach. Between my legs.
I laugh like he’s joking, but deep down, I’m fascinated with the idea of him sinking his teeth into my flesh. My skin prickles, and I swear my lacy panties become damp. Oh God, maybe he could move over and push his face right between my…
“Did I shock you silent?” he asks, sounding vaguely amused.
I decide to change the subject a little.
“This one is my favorite.” I stop on the photo in my camera roll. It’s of the both of us from the waist down. I’m sitting on his lap, my legs draped over his denim clad thighs, and you can see the bulge straining against his jeans. I took it from a downward angle, so again no one would have any idea it’s us if it was ever found.
“That’s hot,” Eli agrees, his voice soft. He shifts a little closer, his knee nudging against my thigh. “This was fun, right?”
“Lots of fun,” I say, my voice light, my gaze dropping to his bare chest. “Though I don’t understand why I’m basically naked and you’re not.”
“You’re not basically naked.” He snaps the elastic of my panties, a little frown on his face. “Well, you kind of are.”
“And you still have your jeans on,” I remind him.
“I’ll take them off.” He climbs off the bed and makes quick work of his jeans, slipping out of them in seconds. His collection of wildly colorful boxer briefs is endless. Today’s are bright red with aggressive looking snakeheads all over them. Their eyes and fangs are neon yellow. Also in neon yellow are the words, “snake charmer” scattered all over them.
“Snake charmer?” I ask when he rejoins me on the bed.
“Hell yeah. You wanna see my snake?” He cups his erection and gives it a little shake, making me laugh. “I know I can charm your panties off.”
“You are unbeliev—” He cuts my words off with his lips, the kiss searing hot and full of tongue. I moan when his hands slide over my breasts, his thumbs brushing against my nipples simultaneously. Sparks cascade all over my skin from his touch, lighting me up. Making me warm.
So warm.
The more his hands roam, the more his lips devour, the harder my heart thunders. Until it’s a roar in my ears, in my head. He is all around me, free to touch and kiss me however he wants. No one else around. This giant house all ours for the afternoon. I try my best to focus on the taste of his hot, damp lips. The ache that grows with every stroke of his tongue. He breaks our kiss to slide his mouth down the length of my neck. Pressing sweet, gentle kisses on my skin. Making me shiver.
He licks me and I gasp. I feel him smile against my throat as his lips continue their journey. Along my collarbone. Down my chest. Across my breasts. My breaths grow heavier, and I crack my eyes open to watch my chest rise and fall faster and faster. Eli glances up, our gazes connecting, and heat floods me when he draws my nipple into his mouth.
I close my eyes on a whimper, barely able to stand it. I’m ruined. Ruined for anyone else. His fingers continue the journey his lips started. Gliding across my stomach, his featherlight touch making me shiver. Those same fingers tease at the waistband of my panties and I