Page 74 of Undisputed Player
"There," I hummed, my voice barely above a whisper. But I didn't step back. I couldn't. The urge to press my lips to that junction where her neck met her shoulder was overwhelming.
"Thank you," she breathed, but when she tried to turn around, I caught her shoulders gently, keeping her facing away from me.
"Not yet," I murmured, my thumbs stroking over her collarbones where they were exposed above the dress. "You look so beautiful in this dress, Estelle.”
She shivered again, and instead of stepping back, I pressed even closer, using my body to guide her deeper into the cramped bathroom.
My chest pressed against her back as I reached behind me, kicking the door mostly closed with my foot. The soft click echoed in the small space, sealing us in together.
"Jax?” she whispered, her voice trembling.
"Shh," I breathed against her ear, my hands sliding down to rest on her shoulders.
The emerald silk was cool beneath my palms, but I could feel the heat of her skin radiating through the expensive fabric.
"You look like a princess. Like my princess.”
My lips found the spot where her neck met her shoulder, pressing a soft kiss there that made her gasp. The little gasp went straight to my cock, which was probably already leaking in my pants.
I kissed along the curve of her shoulder, tasting the sweetness of her skin, breathing in that intoxicating scent that was purely her.
“How are you real?” I breathed against her neck, my voice rough with want. “Someone so beautiful can’t be real.”
I was drunk on her scent.
My hands moved slowly, sliding down from her shoulders to rest just below her collarbones. I could feel her rapid breathing and how her body trembled under my touch.
I lowered my palms and cupped her breasts through the fabric of the dress.
They felt perfect beneath my hands—small, delicate, absolutely perfect. The Dior fabric was soft against my palms as I held her, not squeezing, just encompassing her completely.
Her body went rigid, and I felt her sharp intake of breath, the way she tried to pull away slightly, but there was nowhere to go in the cramped bathroom.
My hands completely engulfed her breasts, and I could feel her self-consciousness in the way she tensed, the way her shoulders hunched forward as if trying to hide from me.
"Don't," I murmured against her ear, drunk on all of her. "Don't hide these little tits from me, princess."
My thumbs found her nipples through the fabric, tracing slow, deliberate circles over the pebbled peaks.
The fabric was thin enough that I could feel them hardening under my touch, responding to the gentle pressure of my thumbs as they moved in lazy, hypnotic circles.
“Fuck,” I groaned against her neck, my arousal pressing insistently against her lower back. She had to feel how hard she made me, how desperate I was for her. "You're killing me, Estelle."
My thumbs continued their torturous dance, applying just enough pressure to make her breath hitch, then lightening the touch until she was straining toward me, seeking more contact.
The silk grew warm under my touch, her nipples becoming more pronounced with each pass of my thumbs.
"I'm not—they're not—" she stammered, embarrassed about her size.
“You’re perfect," I cut her off, my thumbs pressing more firmly against her nipples, circling them deliberately. "They're fucking perfect."
I felt the exact moment she began to melt. Her breathing grew shallow, her body slowly relaxing back against my chest as my thumbs continued their sensual circles. The way her nipples responded to my touch, hardening into tight peaks that I could feel even through the fabric, had me drunk on her.
"You've never been touched like this, yeah?” I whispered, pressing my lips to the side of her neck below her ear.
She shook her head, unable to speak, and I groaned at the admission.
"Good," I growled, my lips moving along the column of her throat while my thumbs traced figure-eights over her nipples, alternating between firm pressure and feather-light touches that made her whimper.
