He grips the bottom of the T I’m wearing and pulls it over my head. ‘We shouldn’t be doing this.’
‘We should,’ I argue against his lips, too delirious to think straight.
He drags his mouth from mine, his stubble grazing over my jaw as he trails kisses to my neck, his teeth nipping, his hands hot and urgent over my skin.
‘I can’t give you more though, Cait. I can’t.’
His movements are as frantic and as brutal as his words, as though he needs to brand me with them, to be sure I understand.
‘Stop with the more,’ I say, gripping his head, tugging at his hair to pull his mouth to mine. I sink my tongue in deep, silencing him, claiming him, before yanking him away so that my eyes sear into his. ‘I’m not asking for more.’
He studies my face, seeking out the lie, and I launch myself at him before he can see it. Kiss him until he’s growling low in his throat before I pull back enough to say, ‘Okay?’
‘Yes.’ His nod is swift, his hands fierce as he yanks my lower body against his clothed cock. ‘You killed me last night.’
His eyes are on fire as he leans back to take in my nakedness, my skimpy thong the only thing remaining, and shakes his head. ‘That elf get-up... Christ, Cait. I wanted to haul your arse out of there and fuck you so hard.’
‘You should have.’
‘I hate Christmas.’
‘I know, but that only made it more fun.’ I tug at his T-shirt, urging it over his head. ‘And, for the record, you should have. You should’ve dragged me into that back office and fucked me so hard for taunting you like that.’
He grinds against me, his breathing unsteady, his body vibrating with the effort it’s taking to keep himself restrained. But fuck his restraint, I want all of him and I rake my nails down his chest, marking him, loving how his pecs ripple, how his sharp inhale hisses through his teeth.
‘You should have punished me, Jackson.’
His eyes darken and his jaw pulses.
‘Is that what you’re afraid of? That I won’t enjoy it.’
He grits his teeth. ‘I don’t want to hurt you.’
I know he means it. I get it even more now, but it only makes this hotter. I lean up to him, suck his bottom lip between my teeth and bite down.
‘You could never hurt me in that way.’
‘Cait.’ It’s a groan, a warning.
‘Fuck me, Jackson.’
It’s a demand. Not to make love, but to fuck. I’ve learned my lesson and my eyes are hard as I lie back and stare up at him, daring him to deny us this. I plant my elbows on the countertop and pinch my bottom lip in my teeth, rolling my hips to caress his clothed cock and he sucks in a breath.
‘You really want this?’
I nod.
‘This?’ He thrusts down his lounge pants, unveils his hard, throbbing length as he fists over it and my body gives an excited little squeeze.
‘Hell, yes.’ I eye him brazenly, desperate. He works himself with his fist, the tension rippling through his entire body. It’s so fucking sexy and I know if he denies me now I’ll be reduced to tears. But I know my dirty mouth drives him on and I’m not backing down.
‘Fuck me like you wanted to last night. Hard.’
His eyes flash as his hand slips between my legs. ‘Fuck, you’re so fucking wet for me.’
I nod and ride his fingers, pleasuring myself on their force as he thrusts three in deep, his thumb rolling over my clit. My insides quiver, my climax coming so quick.
‘Now, Jackson.’