Page 20 of Elling & Jackie

He opened her mouth. The tentative invasion of his tongue teasing her to kiss him back melted her stiff spine. Her stomach fluttered, and she fisted the leather of his vest.

He was forbidden. The enemy. And, so sexy.

Intoxicated, she floated, swept away by him. She gently sucked his tongue, caressing the wet heat of him.

He never let go of her wrist and took her arm behind her back, pressing her closer while holding her jaw prisoner, delving deeper into the kiss.

Her heart raced. He stole her breath. She couldn't think, only feel.

He dominantly restrained her, holding her against him. She moaned, unable to help herself. She needed to break the kiss. Stop him. Leave.

No, she needed a little more. Just one more second...

Elling pulled back and dove back in, kissing her with more urgency before he dragged his lips off her again, breathing heavily. Even if she had the strength, she couldn't walk away because he held on to her.

"You deserve more than a Brikken tattoo," he said.

She stiffened. The euphoria he'd wrapped around her gone in a burst of anger.

She jerked away, and he let her go. She went straight to her room and locked herself inside.

The next thing she knew, she was in bed, wrapped in the comforter she brought from home, trying to warm herself from the coolness of the air conditioning. She must've taken a shower because her wet hair dampened her pillow.

Elling knew nothing about her. He was a judgmental asshole.

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