Page 87 of Undisputed Player
He shuddered at the contact, his hands finding the zipper of my dress with desperate fingers. "Not as beautiful as you, princess. Not even close."
The emerald silk pooled at my feet, leaving me completely bare except for the necklace at my throat. His eyes devoured every inch ofme like a starving man seeing food for the first time, and somehow, I felt no shame under his hungry gaze, only a growing sense of power.
“Holy fuck,” he breathed, his hands skimming over my skin like I was made of glass. "So fucking perfect. Look at you."
I reached for his belt, his fingers continuing their reverent feel of my body, my confidence growing with each ragged breath he took. "Your turn."
His hands covered mine again, but this time to help me work the expensive leather free. "Demanding little princess," he mused, but there was approval in his voice. "I like it when you take what you want."
"I want… everything," I breathed, my fingers working at his pants, focused entirely on making him mine. "I want you naked. I want to touch you everywhere."
He groaned at my words, helping me push his pants and boxers down his legs. When he was finally bare before me, I couldn't help but stare. He was huge, thick, and intimidating, but beautiful in a way that made my mouth water.
His cock was just as golden as the rest of him, curving up high against his abs, the head flushed pink and glistening with pre-cum.
"Like what you see?" he asked, and I could hear his smirk.
Instead of answering, I reached out and wrapped my hand around him, marveling at how hot and soft yet hard he felt in my palm. He hissed at the contact, his hips jerking forward involuntarily.
"Fuck, Estelle," he panted. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“I’m just doing what you did to me,” I murmured, eyes locked on the way his hips seemed to tremble, his abs clenching as he fought the urge to buck into my hand again.
Before I could explore him further, he swept me into his arms, carrying me through the moonlit house toward his bedroom. I took the opportunity to pepper kisses along his neck and jaw as he carried me, tasting his skin, feeling the way his pulse thrummed beneath my lips.
"Impatient princess," he chided, but his pace quickened.
His bedroom was massive like before, dominated by a king-sized bed with crisp sheets. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the ocean, moonlight spilling across the room in silver streams similar to the living room.
He set me down beside the bed, but I immediately pressed against him, my hands roaming his chest, his shoulders, anywhere I could reach. The feeling of his skin against mine was addictive.
Thiswas why every woman was so caught up in Jax Easton. He was perfect in every way, a Greek god come true, one who just sent me to cloud nine and back.
"I need you," I whispered up to him, holding his tender gaze. "Please, Jax."
“Estelle,” he groaned, his hands tangling in my hair. “This is like a dream. My perfect princess, finally begging for me."
He kissed me, deep and claiming, his tongue sliding against mine with hungry desperation. I could taste myself on his lips, could feel how much he wanted me in the way his body trembled against mine.
"Tell me what you want," he commanded against my mouth, “I’ll give you anything.”
"I want you inside me," I breathed, the words coming easier now, a truth I never imagined would leave my mouth. "I want to feel you in me.”
His eyes went dark at my confession. "That's my girl."
He reached into the nightstand, pulling out a condom and stepping closer, backing me up against the bed. I watched, mesmerized, as he rolled it on his huge cock, movements sure and confident despite the way his hands shook slightly.
"Lie back for me," he instructed, his voice gentle but commanding.
I did as he asked, settling against the soft sheets, but when he moved to cover me, I stopped him with a hand on his chest.
"Wait," I said, pushing him onto his back instead. "I want to touch you first."
I needed to touch him and make him feel how he made me feel. I needed to convey to him that whatever this was, I wanted it. I wanted him more than any other girl he’d been with before.
His eyes widened in surprise and hunger. "Fuck, yes. Touch me, take what you want."
I shuffled over to straddle his thighs once he sat, my hands exploring the hard planes of his chest, tracing the tattoos that wound around his arms. He watched me with hooded eyes, his breathing ragged as I mapped his muscular torso.
