Third Time's a Charm (Holland Springs #3)(36)

Now she became the tormentor: tugging, biting and teasing him until his entire body was shaking. She tore her mouth away from his chest. “Do you have a condom?”

Her soft request for protection was sexy as hell. “Upstairs.” He couldn’t wait that long, but he would.

He pushed deeper inside of her and pressed down on her tender, swollen flesh. Her body went rigid and she moaned his name. He stayed with her, drawing the orgasm out as his fingers continued to thrust inside of her. Finally, he left her body and she slumped against the wall. To his utter amazement, she slid to her knees and began to unbutton his trousers.

“You don’t have to do this.” Please don’t stop.

“But I want to.” Her warm hands slid inside and pulled his cock out. “Commando?” she asked, her dark brow an elegant arch.

Before he could answer, her hot mouth covered the head of his cock and he had to throw his hands against the wall to keep from grabbing her hair. After several teasing tries, she took him to the back of her throat. His forehead fell against the wall.

“Like that, sweetheart. Take me just like that,” he murmured, looking down and gently moving his hips. Her dark eyes seemed to glow as she pleasured him. As her tongue teased and her hands caressed the length of him. Over and over her playful mouth sucked and kissed his erection, until his chest was heaving. His balls drew up, tightened and he knew. He knew he had to push her away.

“Stop, I’m going to…just stop,” he panted, closing his eyes and pushing her shoulder away and against the wall. But she grabbed his ass and took him with her. Another swipe of her tongue and he exploded. “Fuck…Rose…you sweet, sweet woman,” he gasped as she continued to love him with her mouth.

Falling to his knees, he joined her and gathered her close, her body soft against his as he threaded his fingers in her silky curls. He pulled away slightly, marveling at her quiet beauty. At the graceful arches and soft planes of her features. Under his intense scrutiny, her black lashes made a downward sweep and she began to turn her face away.

“Let me look at you.”

Her lashes hovered in the air until they lifted again, and once more he gazed into her blue eyes. Desire and an indefinable emotion filled their depths as the seconds passed. Hell, it could have been hours. He didn’t know and he didn’t care.

“So beautiful.” He kissed her cheek.

She shook her head, her hair tickling his nose. “I’m not. I’m just me.”

“Beautiful,” he insisted, holding her face with his fingertips as his mouth covered hers again. Her lips parted immediately. Eagerly. His tongue stroked the inside of her mouth. He’d never get enough of this. Her.

Groaning low in his throat, he gently pushed her to the floor and covered her body with his, never breaking their kiss. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her soaked panties rubbing at his sensitized erection until he was hard again. Despite the mind-reeling orgasm he’d just had, he wanted her again. Shoving up her thin sweater, he kissed a path down her throat to her chest. Desperate to taste her. Desperate to have her bare breasts in his hands, his mouth.

He brushed his lips over her fabric-covered breast, then took the tip into his mouth and sucked. Deep. Her nipple hardened and a muted scream left her throat.

Frantically, he searched for the clasp. “Dammit,” he muttered against her breast. What was wrong with him? Usually, he had more finesse.

“It opens in the front.” Rose massaged the nape of his neck.

“Thank God.” He all but ripped it away, and was treated to the sight of her full breasts. Red nipples tightened in the cool air and he hovered over one, teasing the peak with his breath. She arched beneath him, a wordless plea escaping her lips.

Suddenly, the sound of Ivy crying filled the small space.

Rose froze. “I have to go to her.”

“Of course.” He helped her to her feet even as his body told him to sweep her off of them. Sasha could still taste her. He wanted to lose himself inside of Rose’s sweet body. Over and over, until he found…something. Shaky hands buttoned his shirt and fastened his trousers.

A pink stain infused her cheeks as she smoothed her green sweater over the top of her hips. “I—um, we…” She knelt down and picked up the monitor, black curls skimming the floor.

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, drew her close, and kissed her once last time. “We’re not finished.”

“I’ll come to your room later.” Rose gave him a sweet smile, slipped out of his arms and walked down the hall.

“I’ll be waiting.”

Sasha listened as she washed up at the sink, as she soothed the baby, as she walked out of the kitchen and up the steps of the grand staircase.

Blowing out the breath he’d been holding, he rolled his shoulders. What had he done? All he’d intended to do was take her out to some place nice. Where no one knew her name or her family’s history and could make her uncomfortable. Where no one gave a damn about hidden springs.

Except he couldn't forget about it.

Turning, he eyed the staircase, unable to do more. "Quit being a plank and bloody move.” He started toward the stairs.

Blackbeard appeared out of nowhere, purring and rubbing against his legs. His eerie blue eyes stared straight through Sasha and a shiver rippled down his spine.

“Fine, you win. Damn cat,” he muttered, and headed in the opposite direction. He grabbed his coat and keys. “I’ll be back,” he shouted and bolted out the front door before he could change his mind. Before he stopped this madness overtaking him. Making him want to be that man. The one who always did right. The one who was killing his mother with every minute it took him to find this damned spring. With every attempt at being a hero.