Page 137 of Undisputed Player
I gazed at him, wild with emotion too layered to name. “You made me into this.”
“I gave you a life that matches the fire already in you. You just needed space to grow in, princess.”
Satisfied, I pressed my lips to the place where his neck met his shoulder, nipping lightly at his skin. He shivered, letting out a low, pleased growl. I sucked until scarlet bloomed—a hickey, messy and wickedly childish, my mark on him. When I pulled back, I was smiling.
“You’re mine. My Jax Easton. Just in case you forgot.” My voice was embarrassingly wobbly, but fierce and content.
He cupped my face in both hands, blue eyes blazing. “I’ll never forget. Remind me as often as you want.”
He shifted me higher on his lap before the couch, my legs straddling his hips as we sank into the plush carpet. The world shrank down to just his hands, his heat, and his lazy grin as he pulled me closer.
His mouth found mine—soft first, sweet and gentle, then hungrier, with his teeth catching my lower lip.
I tangled my fingers into his hair, feeling him groan into the kiss. Jax’s hands roamed my body, one sliding under the hem of my shirt to hold my waist, the other moving up to cradle the back of my neck, keeping me anchored to him.
His tongue traced the seam of my lips; I parted for him, moaning when he deepened the kiss. I felt adored, devoured. With every touch, every delicious press of hips and friction, he reminded me I was his, and that he was just as much mine.
I pressed myself into his chest, arching closer, and slid my hands under his shirt. The warmth of his skin, the flex of his muscles beneath my fingers… It was like all the power in him was something he’d chosen to give me.
He made a deep sound, breaking the kiss for just a moment, eyes dark and hazy with need, before reclaiming my lips.
We lost ourselves in each other, soaking up every second, groping and laughing breathlessly. His hands traced the curve of my thigh to my waist, leaving a trail of goosebumps. My nails scraped lightly along the slope of his back, and his groan vibrated through my whole body.
Jax’s mouth never left mine for long. He kissed me like he needed it, soft and lingering, then hungry and filled with heat and promise. One of his hands tightened at my waist, anchoring me firmly in his lap. The other found the back of my head, threading through my hair, keeping me there, fully claimed.
He broke the kiss for a heartbeat, his voice smoky, gloriously rough. “You like the way this feels?” His thumb stroked my cheek, blue eyes blazing into mine.
“Yes,” I whispered, my chest fluttering as his gaze slid thick and appreciative down my body. “I like it when you let me take what I want.”
“That’s my princess,” Jax purred, his smile slow and hot. He dipped his face to my throat, nosing beneath my jaw, lips brushing skin that felt suddenly too sensitive.
“You ever wondered just how powerful you are? How good it feels to have someone at your mercy?”
Something in his tone, a dark, aching tease, sent a jolt through me. I shivered, yielding, knowing that when he gave me power, I became something reckless. “Show me,” I dared, sliding my hands into his hair, urgent.
Without warning, Jax’s arms snaked around my waist, lifting me as if I were a feather and guiding me over his chest on the plush rug.
The room seemed to tilt, butterflies fluttering through me at the effortless command of his strength. He lay back, spreading himself across the plush carpet and coaxing me up, his hands warm on my thighs as he settled me higher.
“Come here, princess,” he ordered softly, grinning with the kind of lazy dominance that made me fall for him. “Let me worship you right.”
My heart hiked into my throat as he pulled me forward, guidingme to straddle his face. Every nerve sang a sharp chaos of embarrassment and intoxicating freedom as I hovered just above his lips.
“On my face,” Jax demanded, voice rich with need. “Take what you want from me. You’re in charge.”
Heat flooded me, low and deep. I hesitated, but Jax squeezed my hips in reassurance, gaze fierce and adoring. “I want you like this. I want you to feel what I feel.”
Tentatively, I lowered myself over him, his broad hands cradling my thighs as he angled me right on his mouth, and pushed my panties off to the side.
The first touch of him against me drew a sharp moan from my lips. His tongue traced a teasing path, a long lick from my entrance to my clit.
One hand dove into his thick blond hair, fingers tightening as I rocked, dizzy and overwhelmed by the immediacy of every sensation, the other gripping the couch for balance.
“You taste like fucking heaven,” he rasped, pausing to drag his tongue along my outer folds, teasing me. Then he dove back in, his tongue focusing on my clit, flicking it with strong, hot licks.
He explored me with unrestrained need, exploiting what made my breath catch, what made my hips jerk, and focusing there with relentless, punishing strokes.
Jax groaned into me, hands gripping tight as if to pin me down and coax more of my pleasure straight out of me.
