Page 36 of The Naughty Elf

I plant a few more kisses on the top of her head before I release her. “Fine. Go get ready.”

She does, and I text Jackson back.

Pick me up in an hour.

The transition is easy. Mom comes to grab Gracie. I get in a quick shower but don’t wash my hair. I also don’t bother with any makeup, putting on a long sweater dress and some leg warmers my mom got me for Christmas two years back.

I don’t even wait for Jackson to get out of the car and knock. I just step outside and lock my door as he comes to a stop in my driveway. He grins at me as I slip into the passenger seat.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” I slide closer across the bench seat, and his arm comes around me. Even in the darkness past dusk, he looks incredible in the headlights’ reflection. “Drive.”

I press my mouth against his jaw and am rewarded with a soft groan. I bet he’s already growing hard in those jeans. He wears them well. Almost as well as his dress pants. Or maybe I’ve just had more experience with him pressing those slacks against me lately.

He gets us moving, and it doesn’t take long to get to his house. It’s just down the street, which around here is about a five-minute drive. I try not to tease him too badly on the way, but my hand kneads just above his knee.

The way his hand squeezes my shoulder screams that I’m delivering a slow and steady torture.

He grunts when I try to slide away. By now, he’s parked the car, and he drags me out of his door. I wrap my legs around him, and he doesn’t hesitate, carrying me through his unlocked front door. He sets me down between the couch and the coffee table.

“I actually put out something for you.”

I look over the treats, reaching down for a square of cheese and a glass of wine. Once I’ve swallowed a bite and taken a sip, I give up on the pretenses, pushing him back into his couch and sliding into his lap.

“Why don’t we build up an appetite first?” I say, running my hand through his golden hair. It’s brighter due to the light fromthe small fire warming my back. I got a glimpse of it, but I’ll have to explore the room later. It’s hard to see anything other than him when we’re this close.

Our mouths collide, and our bodies roll together out of instinct, seeking the pleasure we both crave.

But his warm hands settle me into something slower. I soak in the feel of him—the fact that we don’t have to rush and sneak around. Even if we still kind of are.

Only I get to appreciate the way his hair is soft in my grip, how his stubble pricks against my skin, how his jeans are rough against the bare insides of my thighs.

I pull back to look at him. He’s got a golden boy kind of good looks. Warm, charming, sweet. Honey heated in the sun. Brushing his full lips with my thumb, I’m surprised by how territorial I feel.

I don’t want him to do this with anyone else. I pour that into the kiss I lay on him. Every soft touch cranks up the tension between us until my hands are full of his shirt, and I need him inside of me as soon as possible.

He must sense the change because his hands slide under the hem of my dress and to my bare hips. “Fuck.”

Laughing, I lift enough to work his fly open. “We can keep it slow. I just need…”

Jackson rubs me over my panties, and my words transform into a moan.

“More.” The word scrapes out, and I reach for him again, wrapping my hand around his hard length and stroking him a few times.

His mouth finds my throat, and I melt over him with another soft plea.

Take me.

The room spins, and Jackson has me on my back. Soft, plush leather supports me, and Jackson’s heavy, solid weight pushes me into the cushions.

I wrap my legs around his waist, and his hands slide up my thighs like a dream. My panties are skimming down my thighs, off my ankles, and are tossed somewhere unknown. I struggle with his jeans, wanting them off of him, to feel more of him than I got last time.

His cock is nestled against me, and I get smooth, hard pressure when I lift my hips to rub us together. But I can’t take him inside of me like this. My nails dig into his lower back with a whine.

“Jackson.” I’m burning for him. “Please.”

He pauses to look down at me, to brush the loose hair from my face and plant a soft kiss on my mouth before his hips roll and he glides slowly inside me.

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