Page 81 of Undisputed Player
The soft glow from the dashboard highlighted Estelle's features, drawing my eye to the delicate curve of her jaw, how her lips looked slightly swollen from earlier, and the way the “J” pendant nestled perfectly in the hollow of her throat. My pendant. Mycollar.
I turned to face her, drinking in the sight of her in the emerald Dior. The sweetheart neckline framed her small breasts exactly as intended, accentuating their delicate shape. The dress clung to her body in all the right places, and my cock was perpetually hard. She looked like a goddess, a dream come true.
“Before we go in,” My voice was low and husky, “I want to make sure you're ready.”
She glanced toward the restaurant through the windshield, a building of glass and understated elegance, where reservations were booked months in advance and a single meal cost more than she could imagine.
"It looks..." she paused, fingers unconsciously touching the pendant at her throat, “fancy.”
I captured her hand in mine, my thumb tracing circles against her knuckles.
"You outshine everyone in there, princess," I promised, bringing her hand to my lips to press a soft kiss to her knuckles. "Trust me on that.”
The blush that spread across her cheeks was intoxicating. I couldn't resist moving closer, finding her knee through the fabric. She didn't pull away—if anything, she leaned into my touch, her breathing becoming shallow.
“Jax,” she whispered, her gaze settling on my lips.
My gaze fell to her lips and lingered there as I leaned closer, drawn to her like a magnet. “Yes, princess?” I murmured, my breath against her ear.
She didn't answer with words; her lips parted slightly in a silent plea. I closed the distance between us, one hand cradling her jaw as I pressed my lips to hers.
The kiss was hungry from the start. I'd already tasted her, already felt her melt under my touch, and I wanted more, I wanted it all. She responded immediately, her small hands fisting in my shirt as she kissed me back with a desperation that matched my own.
I deepened the kiss, my tongue sliding against hers, tasting that sweetness that was purely hers.
A soft moan escaped her throat, and the sound went straight to my cock, making me press harder against her mouth.
When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing hard. Her lips were swollen, her eyes dazed with desire, and I had to bite back a groan at how perfect she looked.
“Every time I see you, I want to do that,” I admitted, my voice rough with need.
Her smile was coy. "Was it worth the wait?"
I chuckled, tracing a finger along her jaw. "More than worth it, princess. But now I'm going to want to do it again. And again."
I stole one more quick kiss, this one soft and claiming, before reluctantly pulling away. "We should go in before I get other ideas.”
The valet approached as I pulled up to the stand, his eyes widening slightly in recognition. I was out of the car before he could reach Estelle's door—no one else was opening it for her. That privilege was mine.
I helped her out, my hand finding the small of her back, fingers splaying possessively. The slit in her dress rested high up her thigh, and my fingers itched to explore that exposed skin.
“Something catch your eye?” She asked lightly, her knowing eyes catching mine, using my own words against me.
"Can't help it," I replied, guiding her toward the entrance. "You're fucking gorgeous."
Inside, the restaurant had crystal chandeliers casting warm light over white linen tablecloths and the soft murmur of conversation mixing with gentle jazz. The maître d' approached immediately, his practiced smile widening when he recognized me.
"Mr. Easton, welcome back. Your table is ready.”
I guided Estelle through the dining room, my hand never leaving her back. I could feel the eyes following us—some recognizing me, others undoubtedly drawn to the stunning woman at my side. The possessive pride that surged through me was deeply satisfying.
Then I felt the subtle shift in her posture, her shoulders tensing beneath my palm. I glanced down to find her looking up at me, those honey eyes searching my face with an emotion I never wanted to see on her pretty face again.
"Welcome back,"the maître d' had said. Welcome back.
Shit.
She thought I brought other women here before her.
