Page 57 of Elling & Jackie

He removed his vest and shirt. "Take your clothes off."

Wearing a short sundress that she'd chosen special for tonight, she undid the strings at her shoulders and let the material fall down her naked body. The lamp in his room left nothing secret.

"Ah, hell," he mumbled, toeing off his boots and reaching for his belt. "Just stand there. Let me look at you."

He pushed his jeans down, taking his socks off, too. His hand went to his stomach—a hard, muscled abdomen. She quickly took in all his tattoos, enthralled that he wasn't covered in weapons, flames, and skulls but mountains, water, a bicycle, a map, and what looked like a house with the aurora borealis over it. There were too many things to look at all at once.

During her inspection, she'd walked to him. She ran her fingers over the artwork. "It's beautiful."

He grunted, taking her hair and putting the strands behind her shoulders. "It's my life."

She kissed the house tat on his chest over his heart. "In Norway?"

His hands circled her upper arms, and he caressed their lengths until he reached her wrists. "It's everything I don't want to forget."

Her pulse deepened at the insight into his life. She spread her fingers on his stomach. His muscles quivered against her palms.

"I only have the small tattoo." Her breasts skimmed the front of him.

He took her hands to her lower back and gazed down the front of her. "Good."

"Good?"

"You've had a good life. Never lost anyone. Never hurt. Never regretted. Never wanted to remember," he said.

She thought back to all the tattoos on Chief, her brothers, and the other members of Brikken. Having never given the reasons why they'd marked themselves a second thought, she looked at Elling and knew pain had made the permanent tattoos. With her enlightenment, she wanted to keep her skin free of any more ink.

He held both her wrists in one hand behind her back and lowered himself down to his knees. Using his other hand, he spread her legs. Her insides spasmed in anticipation, knowing his intent.

He licked her freshly shaved pussy. Her thigh muscles locked as a wave of pleasure hit her low. Unable to move her arms and held in front of him, she could only take the pleasure he was giving her. Take and take and take.

Her arousal grew with each stroke of his tongue. He centered on her clitoris. Her knees threatened to buckle, and he eased up, caressing her slit with his finger before his attention went back to driving her wild.

Not knowing whether to concentrate on his fingers skimming the lips of her pussy or his tongue lapping on her, she quickly became overwhelmed and let the wonderful warmth flood her body.

She panted, her mind going in all different directions. He had her tottering high in the sky and unafraid to fly because he gave her all the confidence that if she should fall, he'd catch her.

Using the hold on her wrists, he pulled her hips closer. She rose to her tiptoes, drawn to the silkiness of his tongue, stroking her between the legs.

Her breath came in gasps. She'd lost control of her arousal.

Under the power of Elling's handling, she couldn't slow down. She couldn't stop. She couldn't do anything but let the pleasure consume her.

Her orgasm hit her hard. Her knees buckled, and he added his other hand behind her, keeping her on her feet.

"Ah..." She moaned trembling.

He kissed the inside of her thigh before standing in front of her. She caught his heated gaze and found him highly aroused. His hand slowly loosened around her wrists.

"Can you stand on your own?" His deep voice caressed her soul.

She nodded, inhaling deeply.

He walked naked over to his duffle on the couch and returned with a condom in his hand. Coming down from her climax, she could appreciate the massive presence he had in her life. Since the first day when she'd spotted him out in the rain on his motorcycle, she found herself drawn to the untouchable.

But her relationship with him had turned into more.

She thought about him when she woke up, when she wasn't working with guests—and sometimes even then. Her nights were spent dreaming of having him in her bed. And, in those dreams, he never left. He was a part of her life.

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