Page 75 of Undisputed Player
“No one else will ever get to touch you like this. Only me."
I pulled one hand away from her breast, and immediately she whimpered at the loss, her body arching back toward me, seeking my touch.
Her hands reached behind her, fingers grasping desperately for my wrist. “Come back,” she pleaded, but I had other plans.
I caught her chin with my fingers, tilting her face up until our eyes met in the bathroom mirror. The sight that greeted me nearly brought me to my knees.
There I stood behind her—six-foot-four of golden muscle, my hair perfectly tousled, blue eyes dark with hunger. The harsh bathroom lighting caught every defined line of my chest and shoulders through my suit. I looked like a fucking god, and she looked like the only treasure this god worshipped.
Estelle’s eyes were wide and dazed, filled with desire. Her lips were parted, swollen from where she'd been biting them closed.
The emerald silk hugged her body, revealing the delicate curve of her spine, and how her small breasts rose and fell rapidly with each shallow breath.
"Look at us," I breathed, my voice rough with want. "Look how perfect you are in my hands."
Her gaze met mine in the mirror, and I saw the exact moment shock gave way to something darker, hungrier. She was becoming wanton under my touch, and the knowledge sent fire through my veins.
Slowly, I slid my hand beneath the emerald strap at her shoulder. My fingers traced the gentle swell of her breast, mapping every inch of soft skin as I moved lower. The fabric was thin, but feeling her bare flesh beneath my palm was everything.
“Oh,” she breathed, watching my hand move beneath the dress in the mirror.
My fingers found the peak of her breast, and finally,finally,I felt her bare nipple against my fingertip. It was soft, delicate, already pebbled with arousal. The sensation of skin against skin sent a jolt straight to my cock.
I groaned, my hips jerking forward involuntarily, pressing my hard length against her lower back. The contact made us both moan softly.
I watched our reflection with half-closed eyes, mesmerized by the sight of my large hand moving beneath the silk, by the way her face contorted with pleasure.
Her head fell back against my shoulder as I rolled her nipple between my fingers, and a soft, pretty moan escaped her lips.
"You love it,” I told her against her neck, my voice strained.
Her eyes fluttered closed, but I caught her chin again, forcing her to look.
"Watch," I commanded. "You love this feeling, yeah, princess? You love my big hands feeling up your little nipples?"
Her breath hitched, blissed out as she stared at our reflection. "Yes," she whispered, the admission barely audible.
"Say it again,” I growled, my thumb pressing more firmly against her nipple, rolling it between my fingers.
"It feels—it feels so good," she moaned, her back arching into my touch. "Your hands are so rough, and I?—"
"You what?" I prompted, my other hand sliding beneath the silk to cup her other breast, skin to skin now. "Tell me.”
My phone vibrated against my hip, but I barely registered it. What caught my attention was her reaction when I paused, my hands stilling on her breasts.
"No," she huffed immediately, her small hands shooting up to grab my wrists.Pleasedon't stop."
Interesting. Very fucking interesting.
Instead of continuing, I deliberately kept my hands motionless, watching her face in the mirror. I wanted to see what my proper, independent princess would do when she didn't get what she wanted.
"Jax," she whispered, her voice taking on a pleading edge I'd never heard before.
I said nothing, just watched her reflection with dark amusement. Her cheeks were flushed, her voice filled with need, and I could see the exact moment frustration began to override her usual restraint.
"Please," she breathed, trying to move my hands herself, but I kept them perfectly still against her skin.
And then she shocked me.
