Page 21 of An Undisputed Christmas
"Because it gives me a reason to fuck the brat right out of you."
The words, spoken in his honey-smooth voice, made me melt completely. My jacket hit the floor, followed quickly by my sweater, leaving me in just my thermal top andjeans.
"Jax," I breathed, reaching for him, but he caught my wrists and pinned them above my head with one large hand.
“Nuh-uh," he chided softly. "Bratty girls don't get to touch until they learn their lesson."
His free hand skimmed down my body, tracing the curves of my breasts through the thin fabric, making me arch into his touch.
The Christmas music played softly in the background, something about silent nights and holy peace, while Jax sinfully drove me out of my mind with desire.
"Tell me you need me," he commanded, his fingers finding the hem of my thermal shirt and sliding underneath to touch bare skin.
"I..." I started to protest, but the word died as his thumb brushed over my nipple through my bra.
"Tell me," he repeated, his mouth hot against my collarbone. "Tell me you can't handle yourself without me there to catch you."
"I can’t handle—oh god," I gasped as he sucked a mark into the sensitive skin of my neck. “I can’t handle myself without you.”
"Liar," he murmured fondly. "My beautiful, stubborn liar."
He released my wrists only long enough to strip my thermal shirt over my head, then immediately pinned them again, leaving me in just my bra and jeans.
The air was warm from the electric fireplace, but I shivered anyway from the way he was looking at me.
"So beautiful,” he said softly, his free hand trailing down to cup my breast. "So perfect. And all mine."
"Jax," I whispered, not even sure what I was asking for.
“Hmm? What does my bratty princess want?" His thumb circled my nipple through the lace.
"I want you to touch me," I admitted breathlessly. "I want you to make me feel good."
"There's my good girl," he praised, rewarding me by unhooking my bra. "See how much better things go when you're honest with me?"
He lowered his head to take one peaked nipple into his mouth, sucking and laving it with his tongue until I was writhing against thewall. His hand worked on my other breast, rolling and pinching until I was desperate with need.
"More," I gasped, my hands fisting in his soft golden hair. "Please, Jax, more."
He pulled back with a wicked smile. "More what? You need to be specific, princess.”
"Touch me," I begged shamelessly. "Touch me everywhere."
"Everywhere?" His hands moved to my tights, slowly pushing beneath the waistband. "Even here?"
His palm pressed against my heat through my panties, finding me already soaked and ready for him.
"Yes," I moaned, bucking up against his hand. "Especially there."
"My needy princess,” he murmured approvingly, sliding my tights and panties down my legs in one smooth motion. “So wet for me already."
I was completely naked now except for my socks, pressed against the warm wood wall while Jax remained in his thermals, having only shrugged off his heavy winter coat.
The contrast made me feel deliciously vulnerable and exposed, his powerful frame still partially clothed while I was completely bare.
"Spread your legs for me," he commanded softly, and I obeyed without question, my thighs parting to give him access to my most intimate places.
His fingers found my slick pussy, stroking and exploring with the confidence of a man who knew my body better than I did.
