Page 40 of An Undisputed Christmas
“Wow," she whispered, her voice soft from screaming my name. "That was… good.”
"Perfect," I murmured, finally lowering her feet back to the ground but keeping her pressed tight against my chest. "You're perfect."
She was shivering now that the immediate heat of passion was fading, her body temperature dropping rapidly in the frigid air.
Protective instincts kicked in, overriding the feral need that had consumed me moments before.
"Let's get you inside," I was already lifting her bridal style. "Before you freeze."
"What about you?" she asked, snuggling against my chest as I carried her toward the warm glow of the cabin.
"I'm fine," I assured her, and it was true. I could have stayed out in the snow all night if it meant holding her like this. "I run hot."
She laughed softly, the sound like music in the winter air. "You certainly do."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jax
The sight of Estelle in that emerald lingerie, wrapped in gold ribbons like the most expensive present money could buy, shattered every ounce of self-control I possessed.
My princess, dressed to destroy me, running through the snow like a vision torn straight from my darkest fantasies.
The ski mask felt like a cage around my face as my breathing turned savage. Every muscle in my body was coiled tight, ready to spring.
Heat rose from my bare chest where snowflakes hit and instantly melted, my core temperature running so hot I could have heated the entire mountain.
Estelle darted between the pine trees like a woodland sprite, her Santa hat a bright splash of red against the pristine white.
The emerald lingerie clung to every crevice of her body, and the gold ribbons trailing behind her caught the Christmas lights strung through the branches, creating streaks of sparkling brilliance in her wake.
She was mine. She’d always fucking be mine.
But first, I had to catch her.
She was fast, faster than I'd expected, weaving between the decorative props scattered around like she'd been born for this game.
Every step was calculated, every glance back over her shoulder designed to drive me further into madness.
My cock was already straining against the red velvet of my fucking Santa pants, throbbing with need as I watched her navigate the snow-covered obstacles.
The way her little ass moved beneath that silk, the gentle sway of her tits, the ribbon ties that begged to be undone—it was pure torture.
She darted behind the life-sized nutcracker, using it as cover while she planned her next move. But I knew her tells.
She glanced back over her shoulder to gauge my distance… and there was a slight hesitation when she approached the darker areas where the Christmas lights didn't reach.
She was playing with me, testing my patience, and fuck if it wasn't working.
I lunged left as she darted right, my fingers barely brushing the golden ribbon around her waist before she spun away with a breathless laugh.
The sound drove me mad, a siren’s call that made every nerve ending come alive.
"Come here, princess,” I growled, my voice muffled by the mask but carrying clearly in the crisp air.
Her response was to dart behind the life-sized Santa statue, peeking around it with eyes that sparkled with mischief and something darker.
She knew exactly what she was doing to me, could probably see the desperate hunger written in every line of my body.
