Eli leans closer, his lips an inch away from mine. “Perhaps just your mouth, then.” His eyes flicker down before he presses the softest of kisses to my lips. A jolt of pleasure ripples through me at the contact. His mouth is somehow soft and firm, and the desire to feel it everywhere damn near consumes me. Eli backs away slightly, his gaze reading mine briefly before he sees the clear need and does it again, this time lingering a second longer.
