Page 47 of The Naughty Elf

He’s nibbling down my neck, and my knees go weak. Suddenly, Sawyer’s lifting me, carrying me to my bathroom and propping me up on the counter.

I yank at the back of his shirt and kiss him again, wanting to feel his skin. I find the heat of his back, his skin soft and pliable under my grip. He’s already hard against me, his intrusion blunted by our jeans.

Nipping at his mouth, I tell him, “You have too many clothes on.”

His full smile greets me again, and it’s fucking dazzling. God, I need him inside of me right now.

I trace my thumb over the smile lines on his face. “You want to know a surefire way to get me to drop my panties?”

Sawyer’s brows raise.

“Smile at me like that.”

His laugh is rough and low, but the way he cups the back of my head for a gentle kiss is sweet. And he is that—sweet. Caring. Attentive.

He lets me strip the shirt off of him and remains still as I explore his skin. Sawyer is so unbelievably strong. Solid. A brick house. His muscles clench, flex for me, and I catch the kernel of pride in his gaze.

“Yes. You look good.” I draw a line down his abs. “Very good. This is all from your job?”

Sawyer shrugs, and I follow the way his muscles move. “I like to move my body.”

“And eat well.” It’s the opposite of how my body looks, all soft and squishy from my love of baking and allergy to cardio.

His fingers play with the bottom hem of my shirt.

“Your turn?” I nuzzle his cheek and plant a kiss on his throat. Even though we’ve been out by the falls for the past twenty-four hours, he still smells good. Like man and campfire smoke.

He peels my shirt up slowly, catching my mouth with his as he tosses my shirt onto the floor. His hands cascade over my body. Rough calluses make me shiver and grab onto him with my legs.

The tortured moan low in his throat as I scratch my nails down his back turns me molten inside. I need him naked, in the shower,touchingme. Yanking at his belt, I nudge him with my nose.

“Take these off.”

Sawyer pulls back to look at me, tucking my hair behind my ear. I feel so utterly seen. It makes me desperate.

“I want to feel your hands all over me. Please.”

His pupils blow wide, and his kiss detonates the last of my sanity. Clothes are coming off in jagged, rough movements until we’re both bare. I let him go only long enough for him to turn the hot water on.

I stroke him, his hard length so heavy in my hands. He’s breathing heavily and hips seem to rotate on their own. Being able to unravel a man like him is intoxicating.

Like I hold the power to control him in my hands.

Maybe I do.

It doesn’t take long for him to take control again, lifting me and carrying me into the shower. The two of us barely fit inside together, but he keeps us pressed together as the hot water sprays both of us.

I tip my head back into it, letting it wet my hair, drawing it back from my face. Our skin becomes slick, and his hands glide over me with confidence, grabbing handfuls of my breasts, waist, hips, ass, and thighs. All the while his hard length is pressed between us where I can’t reach.

“Shampoo?” His voice is low as his teeth find a sweet spot along my throat.

My moan echoes against the tile, wet hands sinking into his damp hair as he sucks a bit of my tender flesh into his mouth.

His grip shifts, and he’s massaging the back of my head, reminding me of his question. It would feel so glorious to have him wash my hair, but I need other things first.

“After.” And that’s the only word I need to direct him where I want him.

Sawyer takes another inventory of my body before he takes my loofah and sweet peony body wash from the shower caddy. Building up a good lather, he rubs me down, front and back, until he’s got me nestled against his body, my ass wiggling against his cock as he lavishes attention over my breasts, using the slick water to pull and pinch at them until I’m grinding against him.

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