Page 25 of Jingl
“Can I kiss you? You’re all rosy cheeks and even more adorable and—”
Without thinking, I wrap my hand around the back of his neck and pull him down to me. Our lips—coldlips—press together and electricity zaps through my veins. We practically melt into each other. Trace wraps his arm around my back and pulls me closer. His hard cock presses against me. I want to grind against him, but refrain. Our lips heat quickly. When I open my mouth, he dives his tongue inside and I welcome it. We’re breathing the same air. He tastes like our peanut butter cup shakes.
There’s a cough behind us, and Billy is right there with a giant grin on his face. I cut off a groan. He’s going to rile up all the other elves tomorrow. But it’s fine. It’s not like Trace and I had our first kiss, which was mind blowing, in private.
I make introductions and wish Billy well. Once my fellow elf is out of sight, Trace threads his fingers through my hair and pulls me into another kiss. A whimper escapes without permission. When we part, his pretty brown eyes seem to search mine. He cups my cheek and his thumb presses to my bottom lip. I’m struck quiet with the look of lust in his eyes.Idid that to him.
Trace tips his head towards his car before threading his fingers through mine. The cold bites my face without him pressed against me. Once at his car, he takes my bag and places it in the back as I get in the passenger seat and buckle in. But he beckons to me with a crook of his finger and in seconds we’re kissing again. I want to seek out the taste that’s just him, but there’s too much peanut butter flavor. I’m restrained in my seat. Lost to his roaming hands against my flat stomach and his perfect kisses.
“Trace,” I whisper.
He pulls away to search my eyes. “What the hell am I doing? I have a perfectlyprivateapartment.”
We grin, but I have no words right now. Today he has me so tongue tied I can’t speak. My Trace kissed me and wants tokeepkissing me. I never thought I’d see the day. But I don’t want to rush things. Kissing the same day we start being anusfeels both too fast and magical at the same time. But is it really rushing if we’ve known each other our entire lives?
Trace starts the car and backs up. Once he has us on the road, I place my hand on his thigh. He sucks in a breath and looks at me.
“Eyes on the road, Tracy.” I inch my hand under his shirt, just to feel his skin beneath my fingertips. He’s soft, like me. We’re both thin, but neither of us has abs or muscles. The sexual tension in the car hits a fever pitch at a stoplight. He throws the car into park and yanks me by the front of my peacoat to give me such a dirty kiss I have to be blushing. His tongue seeks mine and I want nothing more than to stay in this daydream forever. But someone honks behind us. Laughing, we separate. “No more stopping. Get us to your place.” I wave a hand.
“Onward home.”
My cock gives a jerk. There’s so much we can do once we get to the privacy of his place.
What do you say when something you’ve dreamed about happening since you were a kid finally happens? I’m usually one to fill silence with chit chat or song, but Trace and I fit comfortably in silence as we do in conversation. We always have. I go back to teasing him. Brushing my fingers lightly at his nape just to watch him shiver.
“Shae, fuck. I need you.” Soon enough, we’re at the apartment complex.
When Trace parks, he rips his seatbelt off at the same time and hits the button on mine. I’m reaching in the back to grab my bag when Trace comes around to my side. He tugs me out and presses me to the side of the car and nuzzles into my neck through my scarf.
“Seriously, you smell like you bathe in cookie batter.” Trace’s nose finally breaks through the folds of the scarf and meets flesh, grazing my neck and making me moan. “Shit. Shit. That was hot.”
“Tracy, no—not in the parking lot.” I don’t know who lives here and I want to keep my reputation intact. Don’t need anyone to see a Christmas elf with a boner. Even if I’m not in costume right now, there could be someone that knows me.
“Right. Right. Sorry.” Trace gives me a sheepish look and runs his hand through his dark hair. He tips his head towards his apartment.
I chase him, careful on the salted pathway. Once we’re inside again, he presses me to the door. Our mouths meet in beautiful harmony, like we’ve been doing this for far longer. My eyes shutter closed and my head goes back as his mouth trails down my throat. But we’re still in our winter gear. Trace unwinds the scarf from my neck and we hang our almost matching peacoats on the hooks behind the door. Kick off our shoes and stare at each other, breathing heavily.
I can’t stand being apart and reach out to touch him. I only graze his chest when he rips his shirt off and moves to lift the hem of my shirt at the same time as his lips connect with mine. I don’t know how to comprehend what’s happening. Trace kissing me. Half naked. All his glorious skin on display makes my mouth water.
Somehow, he’s moved us into his bedroom. I don’t want to end the kiss, and it’s an awkward yet delightful shuffle of giggles until he pushes me to the edge of his bed.
It’s happening. Everything I’ve ever wished for. Each falling star, every coin tossed into a well, every birthday wish all led to me asking for Trace to be mine.
We’re both catching our breath. When I dart my tongue out to moisten my lips, Trace does something I never, ever would have expected. He drops to his knees. His hands go to my thighs and I spread my legs for him. My cock throbs with my heartbeat. He’s so close, surely he can feel how hard I am.
His teasing hands rub along my thighs until he lifts them to my stomach, making me hold my breath. Slowly, I crawl back in the bed, giving him space to lay beside me.
Both of our hands wander, but not below the belt. Not yet.
“I’m negative for everything,” Trace says as he leans down to kiss my stomach. “Tested before I left Florida.”
“Same.” I sink my fingers into his hair and pull him back in for another kiss. “But…” Why am I so embarrassed now?
“What’s wrong?” Trace makes me face him again. “Are you a—”
“I’m not a virgin. No. But I’m still very inexperienced.” But from what experience I do have, I know one thing.
“That’s fine.” Trace pecks a kiss to my lips. “I don’t care. If you just want to cuddle, I’m fine with that. But I might need to go come in the bathroom first.” He wiggles his brows, making me laugh. I snuggle into him, and he wraps his arms around me before dropping a kiss to my head.
