Page 29 of Elling & Jackie

She wanted to act on her attraction and not think about the patches on his vest. She wanted to feel his hands on her body and not think about the repercussions from her family. She wanted to know what was going on under her watch and not become involved.

Elling cupped her jaw, tilting her face, and captured her lips. She held on to his leather vest and leaned into the kiss. His tongue stroked her. She quivered, squeezing her thighs together as pleasure settled between her legs.

She pressed her breasts against his chest, shrugging her shoulders, trying to get the sleeves of her robe off. Her frustration level escalated, and she broke the kiss.

"Help me." She flapped her arms.

He slipped his hands underneath the material and glided them down her shoulders, stripping her out of the only thing keeping her from pressing her whole body against him. Free from the restriction, she reached for him, needing to know he wouldn't step away from her.

She wished for light to see him and yet loved the darkness, the unknown. He was a nameless, faceless, shadow that made everything she was feeling okay.

He kissed her deeply, widening her thighs with his knee. She arched her back and rubbed her pussy against his rough jeans. An excitement like nothing she'd experienced flowed through her.

The way she felt had to be illegal.

She wanted him. Every dirty little piece of him.

Elling palmed her ass, dragging her to her tiptoes. Pressed against the door, she raised her leg to his hip, trying to get closer.

He broke the kiss, lowered his head, and took her nipple into his mouth. An onslaught of ecstasy wrapped around her. She thrust her fingers into his hair, holding him to her, and bit her lip on a moan.

The warm, wet suction of his mouth threatened to take her legs out from under her. Her lower body trembled, weak and stunned.

Elling pulled off her, kissed each breast, back and forth, giving one some attention before moving to the next. His whiskers caressed her as he rubbed his bearded face between them. She held on to his hair, afraid if he moved an inch away, she'd throw herself on the floor and beg him to have sex with her.

Suddenly, he straightened to his full height, and his hands left her. She reached for the bottom of his T-shirt and lifted the material. Leaning forward, she kissed a trail from the middle of his chest and down over his hard abdomen.

She found his belt and worked the buckle loose from the leather, fumbling for the button on his jeans. Her nipples hardened in anticipation of touching him.

He removed her hands. "I've got a condom."

The crinkle of the foil package shot adrenaline through her. It was as if someone had plopped him right down in front of her and gave her permission to do whatever she wanted with him.

Then, his hands were on her, lifting her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and twined her arms around his neck, kissing his lips. Her equilibrium swayed as he carried her across the room.

His hands supported her. There was no fear. She knew he would take care of her.

She held on to him as he took her backward to the bed. Satisfaction came as he landed on top of her. The weight of him pressed her into the mattress. She rubbed his shoulders, fighting with the leather of his vest until she found his bare bicep and squeezed. He was strong, hard, and fierce in determination.

Elling lowered his head to her neck. She moaned at the heat of his tongue, warming and softening her skin. She hooked her ankles behind his thighs. He still had on his clothes.

She needed contact with his skin. Sliding her hands under his T-shirt, she sprawled her fingers on his chest. His heart pounded against her palms.

An insane need to laugh hit her and came out as a low moan. Who was he and what was he doing to her?

This was crazy and fantastic. Wild and free.

He raised his head and shifted his body. His hand skimmed the inside of her thigh, then his finger slid through her wetness. She lifted her pelvis, liking the contact.

His thumb stroked her clit lightly. She pressed her head into the mattress and arched into his hand.

Her body vibrated, warmed, and ached in pleasure. And, all she could think about was getting more of him inside her. Feeling more of him against her. Tasting more of him all over.

"Jacqueline," he said.

She opened her eyes, shocked at the use of her proper name. The only people to ever call her that was Chief and her mom. When they were mad at her, when they were emotionally happy, when they had moments where the love for her consumed them.

It was her grandmother's name on Chief's side. It was the name of Rollo's beloved wife.

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