Jackson (Broken Hill Boys 2) - Page 31

We make our way into a small kitchen and Elle turns into me, grabbing my other hand in hers so we’re caged between one another. She looks up at me, searching my eyes for something. “Why did you bring me in here, Jackson?” she whispers.

I pull her into me, not once taking my eyes off hers. “So I can kiss you without the eyes of everyone at this party wondering what the fuck is going on between us.”

“And what is going on between us?” she smiles as her eyes brim with excitement.

I shake my head, not really sure of the correct answer. “All I know is that I can’t get you out of my head, but at the same time, I don’t want to.”

Elle pushes up on to her tippy toes, inviting me in as she tries to get closer. “Then what are you waiting for?”

I’ve never heard sweeter words.

Elle’s hands free from mine before they come around my neck while I take her waist and lift her up onto the counter. She wraps her legs around me and draws me in as my lips dance against hers, enjoying every little second of our stolen moment.

Elle’s nails glide up into my scalp and I almost die with the satisfaction and have no other choice but to step in closer, pressing myself right up against her. Needing to touch her, my hand slides up under the back of her shirt, only to feel the softest skin known to man. She arches her back at my touch and raises her chin, offering her neck with an open invitation.

I dive in and revel in the feel of her nails digging into my shoulder. My mind goes completely blank of anything except for her, and when her fingers grip my shirt and begin tearing it over my head, I realize that she’s made her decision. This is happening. Me and her. The only question is, in her mind, is this just for tonight or does this mean something so much more?

All I know is that if this is only for tonight, I won’t be fucking this up and without a doubt, I’ll be giving her my everything.

Elle gets my shirt over my head as I slide my hand up her waist, bringing her shirt along with it and loving the feel of the goosebumps that spread over her perfect skin. Her arms come up as I remove her shirt and I hate the brief moment of not having her hands on me.

The second her shirt is gone; I grab her perfectly plump ass and scoop her off the counter. Her legs tighten around my waist and I walk us over to the bed. I lay her down as though she’s the most precious piece of heaven that I’ve ever had the honor of laying my eyes upon before I come down on top of her. She arches her back up off the bed, needing to be closer, so I give her exactly what she needs.

I slide down her body, letting her know just how much I appreciate every inch of her skin, nipping, squeezing, worshiping as I go. Elle moans, urging me on. I reach the top of her shorts and take hold of the button as I look up at her. “Are you sure about this?”

She bites down on her lip and I see the anticipation building in her eyes. “If you stop now, there are going to be problems.”

I grin. What Elle wants, Elle’s going to get.

Her button is popped and I slide her shorts down her legs, groaning as I see her black, lacy thong. It’s like unwrapping a gift on Christmas morning and realizing you’ve been gifted the one thing you wanted.

I kiss the inside of Elle’s thigh before peeling her thong down her legs and watching as her eyes sparkle with excitement. “You better hurry up,” she warns me, “or I’ll have to do it myself.”

I raise a brow. Now that’s something I wouldn’t mind watching.

Elle shakes her head, clearly knowing where my mind has gone, but I don’t dwell on it, because honestly, as hot as it would be watching Elle touch herself, there’s nothing I want more than to do it myself.

With that sorted, I duck my head and work her body until her legs are wrapped around my head, suffocating me as her fingers tangle into my hair and she’s screaming out my name, making me feel like a fucking champion.

Elle relaxes back into the pillow as I climb my way back up her body and kiss her. She wraps her arms around my neck, holding me to her as she grins against my lips. Before I even know what’s happening, Elle flips us until she’s straddling my waist.

I look up at her in surprise. Who would have known she’d have the strength to do that?

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