Big Easy Temptation (The Perfect Gentlemen #3)(35)

He had to grin at the thought. He’d been lucky, especially after that wild weekend in Vegas with Harry and strip pool. He’d been a much better pool player than the English prince. “Did you watch for me?”

Her smile dimmed the slightest bit. “Always. I suspect you’re going to be gorgeous.”

Hearing her say that made him feel about ten feet tall. She wouldn’t believe it, but he rarely had a woman look at him with such open and honest desire. The fact that she knew and wanted him—and that her feelings had nothing to do with his friends, money, or position—did something for him.

He reached for the fly of his slacks and he undid them, letting the garment slide to the floor.

He didn’t wear underwear, and when her eyes widened and she gasped, he just smiled.

Holland sat up, staring, her breath hitching. He groaned inwardly, his cock harder than he ever remembered. When had he desired a woman more than his next meal, his next sunrise, his next breath? Dax knew the answer.

He couldn’t believe he was finally about to have the woman he’d always wanted. A part of him ached to simply jump on her and find some blessed relief, but he wasn’t going to rush this or her.

When she scooted to the edge of her bed and touched a soft hand to his chest, it was the sweetest torture. Her palm glided over his torso, her fingers tracing every line and muscle that defined his body. Soon, she raised her other hand. It joined the first in her exploration like twin butterflies brushing a soft, aching path across his skin.

Then she leaned forward and pressed her mouth right over his heart.

He clenched his fists at his sides so he didn’t toss her to the bed and penetrate her in the next five seconds. “You’re going to make me crazy.”

She gave him a Mona Lisa smile. “I’m going to explore you the way you explored me.”

Holland bowed her head and ran her tongue over his nipple. A pleasant shiver went up his spine. He bit back a groan as he sank his hands into her gloriously soft hair. “Bite me. Just a little nip. I want to feel your teeth.”

Her lips curled against his skin and he tensed, waiting. Then she nipped him. It was blissful torment, exactly enough to drag him back from the edge. It made his dick jump, too. But now he could stand still and give her what she wanted.

She shifted to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. He looked down, watching her golden hair brush across his skin. It was like a web he could get lost in. Holland was usually so tidy in her appearance—sleek suits, neat skirts, never a hair out of its perfect and functional swept-back do. But now she looked a little primal. With her hair mussed from his hands and those gorgeous lips bruised from his kisses, she was the most tempting woman he’d ever seen.

She dropped to her knees in front of him and he held his breath, praying he would outlast what she planned next.

“You’re beautiful, Dax.” Her eyes fell to his cock as she brushed her hand up the length of his erection. She looked at him as if he was everything she’d wanted for Christmas.

“Grip me, Holland. Tight.”

She closed her hand around his rock hard flesh and Dax’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head. She pumped his shaft, finding a rhythm that started a slow build in his system. Her grip felt both soft and firm, and he forced himself to look down, take in the sight of her giving him pleasure. Her nipples were hard, and he rolled his tongue around his mouth, remembering the feel of them. Then—dear god—she inched closer and spread her knees, bracing herself. The pose put her sex on display. That had been the sweetest pussy he’d ever put his mouth on.

She stared at his rigid length for a moment, held him in her hand, her blue eyes glazing over just before she leaned in, lips parted. Her pretty pink tongue peeked out and he nearly came right then and there.

Dax sucked in a breath, his entire body tensing with the grip of pleasure. Oh . . . hell.

He had to take back control. The way he felt now, he’d never last if she licked every inch of him.

His fingers tightened. “Stop. I want to feel you all around me. I want to make you come again before I do.”

“Yes,” she breathed. “I want that, Dax. I want that so much.”

He was going to have her. Finally. After all these years, he was going to make love to Holland Kirk. Then she would be his.

Somewhere in the back of his head, he worried that he was being selfish. He was committed to finding out the truth about his father’s scandal and death. He understood now that it would be dangerous. While he’d been fighting the asshole who’d taken her laptop, he’d practically sworn he would walk away from her. He’d even tried to leave her. For her sake.

But lost in her sweet scent and silky skin, he could barely remember now why that had seemed like a good idea. She was a capable woman, and he would do everything in his power to keep her safe. He would worship her and make any unpleasant part of the investigation worth her while. No one in the world mattered to him the way she did. She was the be-all, end-all of his existence. He’d done without her for nearly a decade. He couldn’t live without her anymore.

He hauled her up, his passion cresting as he lowered his mouth toward hers. Lust churned his blood as he kissed her, crushing her body against his. Finally, he could feel her bare flesh. Chest to chest, heart to heart. Hips met. Thighs touched. When he gripped her waist and pulled her closer, forcing her softest flesh against his cock, she felt soft and wet.