Page 63 of Undisputed Player
His hand slid down my back, fingers tracing the knobs of my spine again. I shivered despite the warmth of the water.
The water continued to cascade around us, creating a curtain of privacy. Steam rose from the heated pool, making everything feel dreamlike, surreal. His other hand slid up my side, barely brushing the edge of my swimsuit.
“Cold?” he asked, though I knew the freakishly hot traitor knew better.
“No,” I whispered.
"Good. Because I'm just getting started."
He stepped closer, eliminating what little space remained between us. I could feel the heat radiating from his skin, smell his cologne mixed with chlorine. My hands found his chest without conscious thought, palms flat against the hard muscle.
My own movement made me gasp. His skin was soft yet hard, my fingers resting on his too-good-to-be-true pectorals.
"Remember that massage I gave you?" he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "How good it felt when I worked out all that tension?"
I gaped at him like a fish. “Yes.”
"I've been thinking about it." His hands moved to my shoulders, thumbs carefully pressing into the muscles there. "About how you melted under my touch."
He began to massage my shoulders again, just like before, but this time there was no fabric between us. Just skin on skin, his calloused fingers working magic on my tense muscles. I couldn't help the soft sigh that escaped me.
"That's a good girl,” he encouraged, his voice. "Letting me take care of you."
His hands worked lower, massaging the knots along my shoulder blades, and I leaned into his touch. The stress of the past months melting away under his skilled fingers.
“So much tension here," he observed, his thumbs working a particularly tight spot. "Always looking after everyone else, never letting anyone look after you."
I wanted to argue, but the words died on my lips as he found another knot and worked it loose. My eyes fluttered closed, and I let myself get lost in the sensation.
“Better?” He asked, his voice closer now.
I nodded without opening my eyes; it was too good, too warm.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his breath ghosting over my ear.Tooclose to my ear.
And then I felt it—the softest brush of his lips against the spot where my neck met my shoulder. The touch was so light I almost thought I'd imagined it, but then he did it again, and fire shot through my veins.
“J-Jax?” I breathed, immediately pushing back.
“Shh,” His lips moved against my skin, his hands holding me firmly in place. “Just feel.”
His lips moved along my neck, each kiss sending shockwaves through my system. This wasn't the gentle massage from before—this was something else entirely. Something addictive I’d never felt before.
His lips moved up my neck, and some kind of noise escaped me when his tongue darted out and licked along the same path. Every nerve ending came alive under his attention.
"You taste like heaven," he growled against my throat, his voice vibrating through me. “Perfect and mine."
He found a spot just below my ear that made me gasp, and he sucked gently, his nose brushing my skin and scent invading my senses. His broad frame blocked most of my view, making everything justhim.
He was all over me, and all I could feel was the liquid pooling between my thighs.
"I've been thinking about this," he confessed, his lips moving against my pulse. "About how you'd feel, how you'd taste, how you'd sound when I finally touched you like this."
He kissed my skin between each word, his hands roaming my back and waist.
“I could spend hours worshipping your skin, princess,” he murmured, licking a long path from my ear down to my collarbone.
I whimpered, hands tightening against his chest. This feeling was so new—this feeling of intense need I never knew.
