Big Easy Temptation (The Perfect Gentlemen #3)(119)

Somehow he made her feel that way. She glanced at him, at everything he had to offer her. She shook her head. He was the beautiful one. She ran her hand over his chest, soft silky skin covering his rock-hard muscles. Down to his rigid abs and past that part of him that seemed so determined. She would get to that, but first, she intended to explore.

He groaned as her hand moved down his thigh. “You’re going to kill me.”

Only with pleasure. It would be a good way to go. “I’m just exploring.”

“Take off that bra, Holland. Please.”

She liked to hear him beg. She supposed since he was being so patient, she could give him that. She climbed on the bed between his spread legs and got to her knees. She would never call herself a sensual woman. She didn’t tease her lovers, but it was different with Dax. His stare fused to her chest, waiting for the moment she revealed herself to him. She found herself moving slowly, deliberately drawing the moment out. She twisted the front clasp of her bra, but held it for a moment, locking gazes with him. She eased the cups almost to her nipples, enjoying how still he’d become, how intent.

She eased the bra off. Then his hands covered her, palming her. Cool air was replaced with the warmth of his callused hands moving on her.

“I’ll never want to stop touching you,” he said, his thumbs moving over her nipples.

Her skin flared to life, nipples becoming hard pebbles under his hands. Her blood started to thrum through her in a pleasant pulse. After all the stress of the day, this was what she’d needed—to be alone with him, intimate with him. She needed to lock the world out and be the Holland she was only with him.

“Let me touch you, Dax. Let me taste you.” She eased back, her skin crying at the loss of his touch, but she wanted a deeper connection. She moved between his legs, lowering herself down so she had access to his cock.

It pulsed under her lips as she gently covered it in kisses and little licks. She loved running her tongue over the spot where the head sloped down to his thick stalk. She definitely loved lapping up the head.

His body shuddered under her, but he let her have her way. He raised his hand and tangled it in her hair. “Please put your mouth on me.”

She had to admit, she liked torturing him. She pressed a peck on his flesh. “It is on you.”

He laughed, though she heard a frustrated hiss behind it. “Suck me. Please suck my cock, Holland. I’ll die if you don’t.”

She couldn’t have that. She gently eased the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking lightly and enjoying the way he tasted, salty and sweet and masculine as hell.

Dax groaned as she began to take him deeper. She ran her tongue over his velvety flesh, drawing him into her mouth. He was so big, but she could handle him. One hand cupped his heavy testicles, rolling them and making him squirm and beg for more.

She took her time, making the moment last. Dragging her tongue over and around, she didn’t want to miss an inch. She worked him inside, opening herself bit by bit as he murmured to her. He told her how much he loved her, how happy he was, how she would someday agree to marry him.

She had news for him. Someday was sooner than he would think.

“I don’t want to come in your mouth, Holland.” His hand tugged on her hair. “You keep doing what you’re doing and I’ll take over.”

There was only so much he could take before he gave into his alpha-male instincts. She would try to remember that because she wanted to be on top this time. She gave him one last lick before she sat up. When she started to tug at her undies, he stopped her.

“Let me help.” He reached for the sides of her lacy panties and ripped them apart before tossing them off the bed. “See. That was easy.”

He was hell on her lingerie, but she had to admit, it made what she was about to do so much easier.

She straddled him, sliding her aching folds over his cock. She was so wet she didn’t need any more play. She just wanted Dax inside her, connected to her. The day without him had been too long. She needed the reminder of where she belonged. With him. Always with him.

He gripped her hips and began guiding her down. As he filled her, she leaned in and kissed him. Their bodies entwined and she moved with him.

Together, they found a rhythm. She took him deep. His hands moved over her body, taking and giving. His hips thrust up, sending him deeper and deeper, and they got lost in their connection. She rode his cock, their eyes locked. He’d told her he loved her, couldn’t want anyone else, and finally she was able to give the words back to him.

When his finger found her clitoris and pressed down, she rode that wild wave of pleasure only he could give her. She felt him stiffen under her, the hot wash of his own pleasure sending her spiraling again.

Finally she sank onto his body, curling herself around him. As the blood pounded through her she knew she would never leave him again.

“I think I’m ready for that ring now.”

Dax jerked up on his elbow, staring down at her, gaze searching. “Are you serious? Be sure, Holland, because this is forever.”

“I’m sure. But we are not going to Vegas.” She wouldn’t be swayed on that.

He reached over and grabbed the box. He had that ring on her finger before she could take another breath. “No Vegas. I love you. We can go anywhere you like.”

She had a plan. “I’ve heard there’s a lovely rose garden here.”