Page 13 of An Undisputed Christmas
I set the phone aside and stretched luxuriously, enjoying the feel of the silk nightgown Jax had chosen for me last night.
He always picked out everything from my coffee to my clothes, and I loved every second of being treasured in that way.
Everything in our room was also perfectly curated, from the throw draped artfully over the armchair to the fresh pine garland wound around the bed's headboard.
Jax had an eye for beauty and luxury, and he loved nothing more than surrounding me with both.
Speaking of which...
"Good morning, princess,” came his smooth voice from the doorway, and I turned to find him leaning against the frame with that lazy smile.
His blonde hair was still mussed from sleep, and he wore only low-slung pajama pants that showed off his tanned abs and the snake tattoos winding up his arms and over his neck.
"Good morning," I replied, sitting up and letting the covers pool around my waist. "Someone's up early."
"Connor's already downstairs making breakfast. Apparently, he doesn't trust Adrian not to start a fire if left unsupervised.”
Jax pushed off the doorframe and crossed to me with that predatory grace that reminded me why he was such a formidable fighter.
"Plus, I wanted to make sure my girl was properly dressed for another day in winter wonderland."
"Of course you did," I said fondly. This was completely normal for us—Jax choosing my outfits was as natural as breathingby now.
"You love it," he replied, already moving toward the walk-in closet. "Don't even try to deny it, princess.”
We both knew I'd let him dress me in a burlap sack if he asked nicely enough. There was something deliciously indulgent about letting Jax take care of every detail, from the coffee I drank to the clothes on my back.
“What did you have in mind?" I asked, sliding out of bed and following him in.
The space was enormous, with built-in shelves and drawers that Jax had somehow managed to unpack all my clothes in.
"Something warm but pretty," he mused, running his fingers along the hanging garments like he was selecting a work of art. "We're going to be outside again today, and I want everyone to see how beautiful my princess is."
Heat pooled in my stomach at the possessive way he spoke. Jax's indulgent dominance always left me breathless and desired.
"Here." He pulled out a cream sweater dress that would hit just above my knees.
"With these." Thick dark tights and knee-high boots in buttery leather.
"And this." A white scarf that would keep me warm while adding an elegant touch.
"Perfect," I agreed, because it always was with Jax.
He helped me dress with the same careful attention he brought to everything else, his hands lingering on my skin as he smoothed the dress over my hips, his fingers gentle as he wound the scarf around my neck.
"Beautiful," he murmured when he was finished, his blue eyes dark with approval and something hungrier. "Absolutely beautiful.”
"Even without my Santa hat?" I teased, remembering how Adrian had insisted on the accessories yesterday.
Jax's grin was wicked. “Even without your Santa hat. Though I'm sure our chaos coordinator will remedy that situation the moment he sees you."
“Probably," I laughed, checking my reflection in the full-length mirror.
I looked good, put-together and elegant, but still cozy enough for a day in the snow. "Ready to face the madness?"
"With you? Always." He pressed a kiss to the top of my head, then offered me his arm like the old-fashioned gentleman he could be.
"Come on, princess. Let's see what fresh hell Adrian has planned for us today."
