Page 84 of Undisputed Player
“Fuck, I need you,” he growled against my lips, his hips grinding into mine so hard I could feel every thick inch of him through his pants. “I’ve been thinking about tasting this body all fucking night."
My hands fisted in his suit jacket, shoving it off broad shoulders as his hot tongue devoured my mouth, claiming me, and I melted against him with a desperate moan.
"God, you taste addicting,” he groaned, his hands sliding down to grip and splay against my waist.”Dangerous little thing.”
He moved to my jaw, pressing hot, wet kisses along my skin, each touch making me gasp and arch further into him. When he found a spot just below my ear, I couldn't hold back the wanton whimper that escaped.
“Good girl, princess," he murmured, his voice like velvet and sin. “Moan for me.”
His lips trailed down my throat, following the path of the chain around my neck. The contrast of the cool silver against my heated skin and his burning mouth was intoxicating. He sucked gently at my pulse point, and my knees went weak.
“Mmm… More,” my voice was barely recognizable.
"I know," he crooned, hands sliding up my sides, thumbs brushing just beneath my breasts through the dress. "I know what you need."
His mouth moved lower, pressing wet kisses along my collarbones, his tongue sliding out to taste my skin. The sensation was a wet heat that made my core clench with need. My hands tangled in his hair, messing it up completely as I held him to me.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot. “And you taste so good.”
His hands found the neckline of my dress, fingers tracing the edge before his thumbs brushed over my nipples through the fabric. I cried out at the contact, the sensation sharp and perfect.
"Sensitive," he observed with dark satisfaction, doing it again and watching my face twist with pleasure. “Making all these pretty sounds for me.”
He pressed closer, his big, hard length grinding against my belly, and I could feel how hard he was through his expensive suit. He was massive.
"Feel what you do to me," he growled, rolling his hips against mine. "Feel how hard you make me."
My body instinctively pressed closer to him. The friction was delicious, addictive, and I ground against him in a way I’d never moved before.
“Fuck—yeah,” he encouraged, his voice rough with need. "Take what you need, princess. Use me.”
My calves were burning, moving like this in the heels, but it only heightened every sensation.
His mouth found mine again, swallowing my moans as we ruttedagainst each other with increasing desperation. My dress was bunching between us, sliding against my heated skin in ways that made me dizzy with want.
When he pulled back, we were both panting. His hair was completely disheveled from my fingers, his lips swollen from our hungry kisses, and his eyes were dark with hunger.
"I need more of you,” he said, his voice barely controlled. "All of you."
His hands found the hem of my dress, slowly pushing the silk up my thighs. The cool air against my heated skin made me shiver, but his touch was like fire, burning everywhere he caressed.
His palms slid up the outside of my bare thighs, rough and possessive.
When his fingers brushed the edge of my panties, I tensed, suddenly aware of how far we'd come, how much I was about to give him. He sensed my hesitation because he paused, his hands stilling on my skin.
“I don’t want to, but we can stop,” he offered, strained, his jaw clenched with restraint. "If you're not ready.”
"No," I said quickly, shaking my head. We’d been working our way up to this, and I was ready tonight. "Don't stop, please."
His smile was slow, beautiful. "My perfect princess.” He pressed a soft kiss to my lips. "I'm going to take such good care of you."
His mouth moved down my body again. He kissed and sucked at my throat, my collarbones, the swell of my breasts above the dress. When he reached my nipples through the silk, he took one into his mouth, fabric and all.
The sensation was incredible—wet heat and suction that made me arch off the door with a cry, his hands holding me in place even in my heels. The silk was thin enough that I could feel everything—his tongue, his teeth, the way he worked the sensitive peak until I was shaking.
"Jax," I gasped, my hands fisting in his hair.
He switched to the other nipple, giving it the same treatmentthrough the fabric, and I felt something coiling tight in my belly, something I'd never experienced before. My hips moved restlessly, seeking friction.
