Page 113 of Undisputed Player
She shivered, her head tilting to give me better access. “Smooth talker,” she breathed, but her hips pressed back against me, betraying her desire. “But I like having your attention.”
I nipped at her earlobe, hands sliding up to cup her breasts through the thin fabric. "You have more than my attention, princess. You have my obsession."
She arched into my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. But when I tried to turn her in my arms and onto the shore, she resisted, pressing back against me instead.
"Not yet," she said, voice breathless but firm. "I want to feel you first."
This was my princess, taking what she wanted, demanding what she needed.
I claimed her mouth, the kiss desperate and claiming. She met me stroke for stroke, her tongue dancing with mine, her teeth catching my lower lip, making me groan. When we broke apart, we were both breathing hard.
Her hands moved with purpose, palms sliding down my chest to trace the defined ridges of my abs. Then her fingers moved back up to my nipples, and I sucked in a sharp breath, the sensation electric against my skin.
“Pretty,” she hummed, voice carrying that satisfied edge that made my cock throb. Her thumbs circled the hardened peaks, and I couldn't suppress the groan that tore from my throat.
"Fuck, Estelle?—"
The waves chose that moment to surge higher, the cold water rushing around our legs and throwing us off balance. I wrapped my arms around her as we tumbled backward onto the wet sand, twisting so she landed on top of me instead of beneath. No way was I letting sand get in her hair or scrape her perfect skin.
She gasped at the sudden movement, her body pressed flush against mine. I could feel every curve, every smooth line of her through the thin fabric of our swimwear. My hands automatically went to her waist, steadying her, claiming her.
"Are you okay?" she asked, concern flickering in her honey eyes.
"Perfect," I answered, voice rough. "You're perfect."
The sand was cool and damp beneath my back, grains clinging to my skin as another wave lapped at our legs. But all I could focus on was the way she straddled me, her thighs bracketing my hips, the emerald bikini clinging to her like sin itself.
She seemed to realize our position at the same time I did, her cheeks flushing pink in the moonlight. But instead of pulling away, she stayed where she was, her hands braced on my chest for balance.
"Jax," she whispered, my name a prayer on her lips.
I could feel her heat through the thin fabric, could smell the salt air mixed with her.
We were completely exposed on the beach, under the stars, with nothing but the ocean and sky as witnesses. This was my private stretch of paradise, miles from the nearest neighbor.
I could fuck her however I wanted, wherever I wanted.
"Kiss me," I commanded softly, my hands sliding up her back to tangle in her hair.
She obeyed without hesitation, leaning down to capture my mouth in a kiss that was all sweetness and growing desire. I could taste the salt air on her lips, could feel the way she trembled against me.
When she pulled back, her eyes were dark with want.
"I want to keep touching you," she whispered, voice shy but determined. "Like you touch me."
The innocence in her voice, combined with the heat in her eyes, was going to kill me. "Touch me however you want, princess. I'm yours."
Her hands moved over my chest with growing confidence, mapping every carved muscle, every inch of golden skin she could reach.
When she found my nipples again, I couldn't hold back the sharp intake of breath. The sensation was sharp, made even more intense by the cool ocean breeze.
"You like that," she observed, voice filled with wonder and a hint of that princess satisfaction I was learning to crave.
"I like everything you do to me," I groaned, my hands gripping her hips as she unconsciously ground against my aching cock.
She leaned down, her mouth replacing her fingers, and I nearly came right there. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive peak before her teeth grazed it lightly, and I bucked beneath her with a strangled moan.
The sensation was different and overwhelming—wet heat and gentle suction that made my hips jerk involuntarily.
