Page 73 of Undisputed Player
"Open the door," I ordered, voice dropping to that commanding tone that usually made people obey without question.
"I said I'm fine, Jax. I just need?—"
Another crash, followed by what sounded suspiciously like a whimper of frustration.
That was it.
"Open the door, now."
There was a long pause. Then the lock clicked.
The door swung open, and the sight that greeted me nearly brought me to my knees.
Estelle stood there facing me, looking flushed all down her neck, and beneath the emerald silk. Her hair was still damp, half-pinned, half-falling around her shoulders. Her eyes were wide, darting between embarrassment and something that looked suspiciously like panic.
Behind her, the tiny bathroom looked like a war zone. Bottles were scattered across the counter and the floor. A small mirror lay face down on the tile, thankfully unbroken. Brushes rolled in the sink.
But it was the dress that stole my breath.
The emerald silk hung perfectly from the front, highlighting her delicate neck, the gentle swell of her breasts, and skimming perfectly over her body.
But from where I stood, I could see it gaping completely opendown her back, the zipper at the bottom, revealing an expanse of skin that made my hands shake with the need to touch.
"I couldn't reach the zipper," she admitted, voice small and mortified. "And when I tried, I knocked everything over, and then I tried to clean it up, but I couldn't bend over properly in this dress, and?—"
“It’s alright, princess," I soothed, stepping into the cramped space.
The bathroom was barely big enough for one person, let alone my large frame, and suddenly we were close enough to smell her hair, to feel the heat radiating from her flushed skin.
My cock instantly hardened again—at her vulnerability, at the way she looked up at me with those eyes wide and almost trusting despite her embarrassment.
"I can do it myself," she said quickly, seeing the look in my eyes. "I just need to figure out how to?—"
"Turn around," I commanded softly.
She hesitated, that stubborn independence flaring. "Jax, I don't need?—"
"Turn. Around." Each word was deliberate, leaving no room for argument.
When she didn't move, I made the decision for her. My hands found her bare shoulders and spun her to face away from me.
The breath left my lungs in a rush all over again.
The dress hung completely open, revealing the entire length of her spine, the gentle curve of her waist, and the way her frame moved with each shallow breath.
She wasn't wearing a bra, couldn't with this dress, and the knowledge that only a thin layer of silk separated me from her bare breasts sent fire through my veins.
"Hold your hair up," I murmured.
She gathered the damp strands in her hands, lifting them to expose the nape of her neck. The gesture was so trusting, so vulnerable, that our possession flared in my chest.
The delicate curve where her neck met her shoulders, the soft skinthat looked like honey in the harsh bathroom light—I wanted to press my lips there, to mark her, to make her mine in every way possible.
My cock was throbbing against my pants now, the need to touch her so intense it was painful. But Leo was in the living room, so I had to maintain some semblance of control.
I stepped closer, close enough that my chest almost brushed her back, and reached for the zipper.
My knuckles grazed her skin as I slowly worked the stubborn metal up her spine. Each touch sent electricity through me, and I felt her shiver in response.
