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I quickly change and switch the light back on before turning around to my desk and grabbing my reading glasses that are sitting on top. Putting them on, I throw my hair up in a quick messy bun before turning back to face Eli.
“Are you kidding me?” he asks. My brows furrow in confusion before realizing from his gaping mouth and wide eyes, he’s referring to me.
“How do you just look like that? You don’t even try.” He bounds over to me in two easy strides, grabbing the sides of my face before pressing his lips firmly to mine. My cheeks blush from both his compliment and show of affection.
“You’re one to talk,” I say as he pulls his lips away, lingering them just above me. “You roll out of bed looking like pure sex.” After our night of confessions and vulnerability, I no longer feel all that nervous telling Eli exactly what I think of him.
“You really want to compare us, you little sex vixen?” His voice is deep and husky as his eyes begin to hood and darken.
Oh, he looks so hot right now, and my mind is racing with the dirty, dirty things I want him to do to me. Judging by the deep devilish stare on his face, I have a feeling he wants to do them just as badly.
I have to tell him, and I have to tell him soon.
Clearing my throat, I pull my face from his embrace, averting my eyes from his. “So, the paper...” I change the subject as I grab my laptop from my desk and climb up onto my bed. Resting my back against the headboard, I cross my legs at the ankles, hoping to ease the throbbing that’s happening at the apex of my thighs.
Eli saunters over to the bed. Literally, saunters. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
Before he stretches out next to me, I stop him with a hand on his chest.
“Maybe you should sit over there,” I tell him, nodding towards the foot of the bed.
He laughs. “Really? You have that little self-control?” His smirk could not be more smug.
“It’s not me I’m worried about.” I’m lying, of course—it’s definitely me.
He laughs under his breath, kicking his shoes off and begrudgingly sitting on the bed opposite me. His bare feet are next to my hip, and mine are next to his thigh. Pulling out my computer, I place it on my lap, trying my best to concentrate on my paper and not on Eli’s beautiful body that’s situated on my bed only inches from me.
His phone rings, but he declines the call without checking the caller ID. He continues to stare at his computer screen, but I don’t hear him typing at all. I have a feeling he’s trying to concentrate on not touching me as much as I’m focused on not touching him.
His phone rings again.
“Aren’t you gonna answer that?” I ask, not looking up from my screen.
“Nope, it’s probably just Jay wondering where I am.” He declines the call again.
Eli’s foot grazes my bare thigh, and my entire body ignites at his touch.
His phone rings yet again.
“Eli, maybe you should go to the party.” I close my laptop to look at him.
“I don’t want to.” He picks up his phone and holds down the power button, shutting it off. “I want to be here with you,” he continues as my heart flutters from his words.
He gives me a sweet lingering smile as I keep my eyes locked on his. It’s taking everything I’ve got not to crawl over and throw myself on him right now.
“Paper,” he reminds me, his mouth forming a cocky grin as he nods towards my laptop.
Playfully rolling my eyes, I open my laptop and continue writing. Or at least I pretend that I’m writing. Literally, I have two words typed out. ‘Eli’ and ‘Maddison’ are the only words on my otherwise entirely blank screen. I can’t concentrate with Eli sitting on my bed.
His foot grazes against my bare leg again, and oddly, it’s the sexiest thing. Who am I kidding? Everything this guy does is sexy.
I swallow as I try to keep my focus on the screen in front of me.
Eli places his hand on my bare foot next to his leg and slowly grazes his thumb across the top. Every nerve in my body is firing at once from his touch, and somehow this random gesture is turning me on. Why is this so hot? He’s obviously not typing with just one hand, but I know if I look up at him, I’ll be done for.
His hand begins to slowly glide up my leg, lingering around my ankle before moving to my shin. His calloused fingertips stroke against my skin, continuing to make their way up my body.
My pulse is quickening as I bite down on my lip, trying to keep my eyes locked on my laptop screen. I’m not even focusing on my paper anymore. I’m just focusing on not jumping the guy’s bones right here and now.
