His lips brush against mine, delicate at first, like a whisper, and I let out a soft sigh. Eli makes a hoarse sound, his fingers tightening on my hips until I’m sure that he’s leaving bruises.
The kiss changes then.
What started out as soft and exploratory quickly turns heated. Eli’s mouth goes to battle with my own, his lips angling against mine as we both breathe each other in. I can feel every hard plane of his body against mine, but it’s not enough.
I push closer, my hands tugging at his clothes. Our lips clinging and molding against each other the same way that the rest of our bodies are. Eli’s tongue slicks across the seam of my lips and I moan under his lips, opening for him instantly.
“Hartley. Sweets,” Eli breathes against my lips and his rough voice scrapes across my skin.
I jerk in his hold, the spell that his kiss put on me breaking at the sound of my voice falling from his lips.
Eli looks just as dazed as I feel and we both just stare at each other for a few heartbeats before I take a step back.
“Alright. I think we’ve got that covered,” Eli says, clearing his throat and heading for the door. “I’ll... uh, I’ll see you later,” he says gruffly before he disappears into the night.
I stand there staring after him for far too long.
This isn’t how this was supposed to go. It was just supposed to be a favor for a favor. I wasn’t supposed to feel anything. I certainly wasn’t supposed to like him.
I lock up and head upstairs intending to work some more, but I can’t seem to clear my head. All I can think is that I might be in trouble here.